Sure, as a kid I wanted nothing other than to be Michael Jordan and nobody was going to tell me I was too short or too white. I shot jumpers every night until I couldn’t lift my arms, I developed a maniacal work ethic, and eventually I earned a walk-on spot on the University of San Francisco basketball team. It’s not Chapel Hill but it’s still Division 1, baby. A serious back injury ended my playing career, but another path soon presented itself: I had been writing the whole time. I kept journals; I wrote terrible song lyrics; I wrote stories that delighted my family and pretentious short films that didn’t amount to much but had a few decent jokes nonetheless. Aside from a few brief hospital stays and some travel related mishaps, I have written something every single day of my life since I was in middle school. I will continue to do so until I die and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.
I’ve written professionally since 2011: mostly for an ad agency in Santa Monica, and as a freelance copywriter for small businesses and not-so-small businesses as well. I have also written a screenplay, of which I’m very proud. Choosing to pursue this as a career was less of a business decision and more of a desperate attempt to try and capatilize on my only marketable skill. I couldn’t be happier with my choice.
It took about fifteen minutes of scrolling to find a thumb nail of color. Step your diversity game up, stock photo thumb model casting directors.