Part of that weirdness stemmed from the fact that I was unschooled for a little while—a type of homeschooling where you don’t teach a kid something unless they ask to learn it.

Which meant that my “schooling” consisted of playing in the dirt, building paper mansions for my mini Polly Pockets with my sister, and begging my mom to read history books about Ancient Egyptians because I was obsessed with mythology and mummification.

It also meant I didn’t learn to read until I was 10—and only because I found out that my best friend had finished her first chapter book which made me want to learn how to read so I could out-read her. 

But while my love affair with literature started from a spiteful and competitive place, it marked the beginning of a relationship that has yet to end. Within one year of learning how to read, I began writing my first—but far from last—novel. 

Hellbent on trying out a traditional route, I put myself through college, only to graduate armed with a BA in Creative Writing, a handful of published stories, and not a clue as to what I actually wanted to do with any of it. And then I stumbled across copywriting and after realizing it wasn’t about copyright law — a common misconception — I felt like I had found everything I was looking for and more. 

So I took one awkward, fumbling step into the dark and eventually, became a brand strategist and website copywriter. And funnily enough, I came to quickly discover that my wacky backstory had taught me the exact skills I needed to be an entrepreneur and a skilled messaging expert: resilience, adaptability, and a good-ass sense of humor.
 

the wacky origin story

So you want to know how I ended up here, do ya? It all started back when I was a kid… and a weird one at that.

A SAMPLE OF

And I’ve been writing ever since.