I've always loved a good story, but it wasn't until 10th grade that I realized I wanted to be the one writing them. I chose my own topics—last week's episode of Game of Thrones, shower thoughts, particularly well-made egg sandwiches. But one day, the only thing that came to mind was "f*ck." So that's what I wrote. For 15 minutes straight. The moment I turned it in, my teacher pulled me into the hallway. I prepared myself for a scolding. Instead, she moved me to AP English. No negotiation. She loved that I thought outside the box every week—and in that moment it clicked.
After that, my path was clear. I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to write. And never stop. I enrolled at VCU for English and worked in restaurants to pay for it. After graduating, I quit my job. I thought a job after college was guaranteed. At least that's what I was told. I started applying for jobs in my field, but no one was hiring. My savings ran dry, bills piled up, and next thing you know I was back in the service industry. I was promoted to assistant general manager. For a moment, I was proud. I felt trapped, hollow, like something was missing. I wasn't writing anymore. Two years passed in what felt like a blink. So I quit. If no one would hire me because I lacked "professional experience," I'd build the experience from scratch. I reached out to my brothers and learned digital marketing, SEO, and content strategy as I went. That's how I got here—24 published articles later.
Now I spend my days writing SEO content and platform reviews for CreativeAdvisor.com. In my free time, I'm learning HTML, JavaScript, and Python. Turns out I enjoy creating with code as much as storytelling with words. The brain that wrote about egg sandwiches in 10th grade now gets excited watching code compile and conversion numbers climb.