The next big adventure

Hi friend,

What’s one of your favorite earliest memories?

I have a few and they all revolve around words.

I always say that my mom taught me how to read and write when I was four years old and I haven’t stopped since.

Except I have.

I don’t read as much as I want to and my writing has taken a hit since I began writing for my clients.

I spent the majority of the past few years using my creativity to help my clients and not having enough energy leftover for my own stories. My personal writing became stagnant, distilled into 140 character updates on Twitter, and a personal blog once in a while.

Turns out creativity isn’t just unlimited, though as an over-thinker, there’s no limit to the worst-case scenarios I can come up with in my daily life. Don’t even get me started on coming up with sassy comebacks to disagreements weeks after the fact.

The point is, for the past few years, when it comes to my personal writing, I’ve been blocked, stuck, stunned, aghast, overcome.

What? I’m a writer after all.

I digress.

If you had to make one assumption about me based on the past couple of minutes, it would probably be that I’ve always wanted to write a book.

You would be wrong.

As much as I love immersing myself in others’ books and love sharing my stories, a book has never really been a goal. As close as I’ve gotten to it is a self-published book of poems (20-something angst for the win) and maybe a day would come that I would put together some of my favorite essays together in a compilation.

But a book?

A book with a BIG IDEA?




More drafts?

A book proposal?

*whispers* a publisher?

Never actually crossed my mind…until one of my mentors, whose books have had a huge impact on my career, put a bug in my ear.

“You should write a book.”

nervous chuckle

Fast forward two weeks and I had to come to terms with the truth: I’ve actually had an idea for the first book I want to write for a couple of years but I’ve been afraid to start writing because I feel like a failure as a writer.

I’ve also been waiting for someone more accomplished than me to write the book.

They haven’t.

So, I guess I have to because the big idea is in my head and it needs to get the hell out somehow.

Welcome to the next big journey of my life.

This is going to be painful, for all of us probably, so thanks in advance for your support and patience.

I will also accept support in the form of whiskey and coffee, please and thank you.

So, tell me, what’s the next big goal on your list?

With love,


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