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The Title I'm Claiming Now

I’ve worn a lot of titles in my life: Professional ones like analyst, negotiator, supervisor. Personal ones like daughter, sister, cousin and my favorite of all: Mom.

Until recently, I never really considered myself a “writer,” at least not in the career or professional sense of the word. Even though writing is what I do. It’s what I’ve always done. It’s what I’ve always loved doing. And now, it’s what pays the bills.

I’ve kept a journal for as long as I can remember. Made lists of lists. Took detailed classroom / meeting notes. And don’t get me started on school supplies—oh lawd! The nerd comes out of me.

It wasn’t until I turned 40 that I started to truly claim the title of “writer.”

The Evolution of My Pen

For most of my life I have kept a journal.  Journaling is great because it helps me slow my mind down enough to process what I’m feeling. Then, in my late 20s, I started writing poetry, which gave me the ability to face some past events I had tucked away and the permission to learn from and release them.

Even back in high school, I loved writing essays and term papers—mine and anyone else's that needed some help. Research plus writing? A dream combo.

Over the years, writing has become like breathing. All I need in life is a pen and a blank page. I’ll always find something worth writing down.

The Write Fusion

Recently, in 2022, I read an article about copywriting and I was instantly drawn in. I had heard the term before but never knew what it was and I was surprised to find out that very few people actually know what a copywriter is. I jumped in and started learning all I could.

While in “learning mode,” I trained on Canva, explored several AI tools and started helping a couple of local service professionals with their branding, sales flyers, emails and newsletters.

Right now, I’m putting it all together and this blog is where I want to give all my writing a home and have a creative place to grow. I’m building something real from what used to be just scribbles in my Notes app and Post-its everywhere.

It’s not always graceful. It’s not always profitable. But it’s mine.

I’ll keep growing it one line, one pitch, one pivot at a time.

Thanks for stopping by and reading a little piece of my journey. I’ll be adding new things all the time: free resources, creative posts, behind-the-scenes on what’s working (and what’s not).

Head over to the Contact Me page and drop your email—I’d love to keep you in the loop.


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