me, me, and more about me
This isn't really a unique story. I mean, I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. And I still haven't stopped. Sure, I got side-tracked from awful written love songs and poetry of high school by the big scary world of college (and the accompanying boring essay papers we had to write). But in the end, after too many years in corporate America, I turned back to personal essay and fiction writing to save my brain. Honestly, one can only write so many business proposals and user manuals before being tempted to entertain themselves with a needle and eye picking.
Yep, that's right, I'm a technical writer by trade. Or college degree. It was the only degree I could talk my parents into helping me obtain and still move out of their house for college. Obviously, I graduated and have since moved on my own. Even after 10+ years, I can still pay my bills.
My day job is spent writing computer (or accessory) manuals, marketing collateral, and a dabble here and there in web content. But at night, when I shed myself of the wife and mom hat (which, really, if I am honest, those hats are still on my head--and tightly--I've just learned to ignore them), I become a writer.
I write mom-lit. Even my personal essays focus on all things toddler and infant. But they are all infused with humor. My humor. Which, if you have read this far, you notice is a bit quirky.
We recently moved to Southeast Wisconsin from a far north suburb of Chicago. Which I guess makes me a Cheesehead. But that big orange/yellow triangle on my head just doesn't make any fashion statements. Or compliment my large(ish) ass. So, I'm reluctant to even form alliance with my new state. But, alas, it's my zip code.
Yep, that's right, I'm a technical writer by trade. Or college degree. It was the only degree I could talk my parents into helping me obtain and still move out of their house for college. Obviously, I graduated and have since moved on my own. Even after 10+ years, I can still pay my bills.
My day job is spent writing computer (or accessory) manuals, marketing collateral, and a dabble here and there in web content. But at night, when I shed myself of the wife and mom hat (which, really, if I am honest, those hats are still on my head--and tightly--I've just learned to ignore them), I become a writer.
I write mom-lit. Even my personal essays focus on all things toddler and infant. But they are all infused with humor. My humor. Which, if you have read this far, you notice is a bit quirky.
We recently moved to Southeast Wisconsin from a far north suburb of Chicago. Which I guess makes me a Cheesehead. But that big orange/yellow triangle on my head just doesn't make any fashion statements. Or compliment my large(ish) ass. So, I'm reluctant to even form alliance with my new state. But, alas, it's my zip code.
