Where Creative Writing Comes Naturally

Finally the hidden purpose behind an infinite array of unrelated jobs has come to fruition. My three-page resume is crammed full of comparatively outlandish titles. I’ve worked in the highlands of Peru collecting archaic stone tools, I’ve lived in South Carolina managing social groups of Rhesus Macaques, I’ve sold African Safaris to wealthy globetrotters and I’ve been the VP of sales for an event marketing company. Between stints, I’ve meandered the globe, returning for love and need of family, friends and money. In between each journey, I’ve somehow managed to swing the temporary, and always atypical, job. As the novelty wore off of each, so too, has many a career path.

From the moment I selected my Physical Anthropology major at UC Santa Barbara, I knew it was for the love of learning, and not of money, that would guide my life journey. From those early career-building days, my logic has been incessantly questioned by those possessing clearer and more responsible visions of their future. Today, I am grateful, that I never listened.

Writing, a passion since childhood, has enabled me to immortalize my collective experiences, including those yet to be discovered, and shape them into creative tales that satisfy my soul and ideally, engage my readers.