My first book was published at the age of 10. It’s no longer being distributed at Nassau Elementary School, but if you ever run into a graduate who roamed the halls in 1993, ask them if they still have their copy. I’m sure they will.
After four years of braces, my first kiss, an unfulfilled desire to be a varsity cheerleader, two very annoying college roommates and an entire semester attempting to learn Medieval English, I graduated from Marist College in 2006 with an English degree. I filled the next three years by taking Polaroids of cars for insurance purposes and then scanning documents at The Culinary Institute of America. Ironically, both jobs came with delicious lunches.
In 2009, I decided it was finally time to leave the worst boss who’s ever lived. I packed my desk, walked out of my office and panicked for the next 72 hours about how I would make money. That’s when I decided to freelance full-time. (Don’t do it in that order. Trust me.)
Today, I’m The Poughkeepsie Journal’s nightlife columnist and photographer; a content manager and social media marketer for a select group of clients; and a ghost writer for a handful of niche topics. More importantly, I did not become a librarian, not that there’s anything wrong with librarians, and I’m not a starving artist.