Writing

I wrote my first book in 2nd grade.

I’m not going to lie–it was terrible.

My “chapters” were all of three pages long. The characters were named after me and my classmates. The plot was full of holes (what was a gaggle of 7-year-olds doing in an old, haunted mansion in the middle of the woods all by themselves anyway?).

And even though I probably scored major points for creativity and an extraordinary grasp of how to write dialogue for a kid so young, it was never a story that was going to win me any awards. I still have it though, tucked away in a drawer of my file cabinet. It will always be my beginning. And sometimes when I’m feeling a bit nostalgic, I can take it out and hold in my hands a tangible reminder of where every word I’ve written has come from.

Since then, my writing has taken many forms, and taken me places I never imagined. I’ve interviewed celebrities and CEO’s. I’ve donned a hard hat and steel toe boots to share stories of the men and women building and maintaining the railroads that crisscross our great nation. I’ve made people smile and laugh and cry and call me up on the phone to vehemently disagree with me. I’ve shared heartbreaking stories of grief and loss and madness. I’ve helped people give shape to their dreams and celebrate their successes.

I’ve sweated to make deadlines. I’ve reworked entire projects to accommodate sudden changes in artistic direction. I’ve had my share of rejections to stack up against my list of publications.

And I’ll gladly wake up tomorrow and do it all again, because it’s who I am and what I do.

To view samples of my work, view my Portfolio.

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