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.

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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).

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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.

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​​*An occupation that has proven impossible to remember as my dad continually asks how "book editing" is going.