Everybody has a story. I’m just lacking enough in creativity that my story is the only good story I have to tell.
A few years ago, I was networking, trying to conjure up a regular job when one of my old friends told me he was looking for a writer; was I interested? We had worked together in the past, and he enjoyed how I could turn a phrase. This is how my web writing and blogging began.
For a short time, I had a featured blog. That particular site had a demographic which included young women interested in birth control and pro-choice political material. My point of view as a divorced, dating, peri-menopausal mother of three with a hippie roommate and cognitively impaired parents wasn’t a particularly good match. But I walked away with a voice and a sense of the internet’s possibilities. (I can also hit a daily deadline and a 250 word limit dead center from 90m.)
I continue to write for a broad range of websites professionally. I love to write. And when I think about it, I’ve really been writing and editing my whole life.
Now I’m stuck on that phrase “editing my whole life”. I’m going to go think about that for a while.
You go now, have some deep thoughts of your own,
Shelby Burns (but you can CallMeJane)