I’m a writer. I began as a reader who thought maybe? I should be a teacher? because that’s all I knew about for ‘realistic’ career goals for smart, reader types. I studied literature because I liked to read and I soaked in all the good writing and, when I was tasked, I wrote about the writing. I studied philosophy and theology because I wanted to have all the answers and I read more good writing and wrote about that writing. I realized I didn’t like talking to people enough to want to teach, and that I wouldn’t be able to just teach good reading and writing, but would have to trudge through all the secondary things that had bored me to tears in school. Teaching was out. The reading, writing classmates who weren’t pursuing credentials were concentrating on journalism; I tried and hated it. Another instance of having to talk to people, and I knew I’d spend too much time trudging through things that would bore me to tears and doing so within the limited stylistics of reporting. Traditional journalism was out. As a writer and reader, I was a communicator and spent years in marketing positions that allowed me to write as much as possible. Slowly, I began to acquire projects and relationships that allowed me to try various styles of writing. Magazines, advertising, packaging and creative. I’m amused that only the stuff we don’t get paid for is called ‘creative writing’. I love the variety- moving from a kitschy radio ad to the packaging of someone’s handiwork and lifelong dream. I love crafting things for myself and seeing them taken up and put to music and picture. I honestly believe that everyone is created with the tools for a purpose; this is mine. I’m a writer. I’m very good at it because it’s what I was made for.