I cannot remember a time when I wasn't making up stories in my head. I had a vague dream of becoming a writer, but ever-the-pragmatic, earned a degree in business. I recall standing on campus with a friend one day when he suddenly asked, "If you could do anything you wanted to do with your life, what would it be?" I did not need time to consider my answer. Even though I was in my final semester of business school, I knew that I wanted to be a writer.
I recognize how fortunate I am to write for a living. It doesn't matter the medium -- newspaper, magazine, website, blog, or corporate newsletter -- we humans really like words. Words connect us, help us find common ground. They amuse and inform, and truly, I am grateful to get to play around with them every day.
My job consists of listening to your voice, gaining a sense of what you want that voice to sound like on paper, and making it happen. I write for those who don't believe they're great writers or are too busy to write for themselves.
Oh, and those stories I used to make up as a kid? They're nothing compared to the real life tales of people I have been fortunate enough to interview. Today, I appreciate the mix of assignments that come my way. In any given week I might write an article about business trends, web site content for a medical group or spa owner, and a press release or two. Writing is as varied as it is interesting and I am grateful for each opportunity to tell a new story.