Being from Kentucky does in fact mean I attended farm camp as a child.
Sadly, minimal barn skills were honed.
In fact, many a farmhand asked me to forgo my budding career as a dairymaid.
Needing to redefine myself and start anew, I set out for The City of Angels.
CUT TO:
Montage of me playing beach volleyball, pretending to surf, and writing jingles for friends (Why yes, that is me sangin' and janglin' in the PETA campaign).
While exhausting several other ways to make money, I happened to notice a gift.
I was the friend continually being called upon to curate breakup texts and hilarious dating profiles. I asked myself, "Could there perhaps be a profession that combines my love for grammar, pretty pictures, and cheekiness?" Turns out, the answer was yes.
Thus began my expedition to explore copywriting.*
And boy, am I liking it so far.
*An occupation that has proven impossible to remember as my dad continually asks how "book editing" is going.
