Miss Me?

I forgot to write, which it turns out is vital for a writer

Could be worse — I could be this guy on mowing day. Photo by author.

I’m a writer. No, really, I swear it. I wrote a lot as a child, won a few essay contests, got an English degree, and became an IT consultant. OK, that last piece did not fit in the puzzle, but there weren’t a lot of booths at the college job fair announcing spots for people who loved writing, and I had a mortgage.

After a bit of coding, a lot more time as a project manager, and several years at home with my baby, I found a writing job. Impressive, no? Sadly, no. While I was thankful for the work, I was ghostwriting a “personalization” paragraph on a template. Within a year, I was the manager in charge of those folks, and I barely even got to write the paragraph. I needed a change, which the universe provided in the form of a company pivot that spun me right out the door. Surely now, I’d realize my dream.

Since then, I’ve been a tech writer, a recruiting sourcer, a “person we call a writer that doesn’t do writing,” and a few other things. I also have an LLC named for my great love of my daughter (I didn’t consult my marketing staff) and a website. All of that, and I haven’t been actively writing.

I pretty steadily wrote on Medium for a while before work started consuming more of my free time. However, I had begun writing less before then. Somewhere along…