Let me first admit that I never thought this could be a real job. I grew up believing that writing was an occupation reserved for martyred artists and moneyed novelists.

To my delight, I get to write for a living. In this life, it's the one time I've been genuinely surprised. Seriously— try and plan a secret birthday party for me and see what happens.

I'm a pleasant combination of experimental-artist-meets-corporate-lackey. I figure things out, care about the Oxford comma, and love good writing and design.

Above all else, I'm also a fastidious student. I believe that ideas are questions that need space to grow. Everything about this life is WIP, and I think that’s really, really cool. We get to constantly outdo ourselves.

With all that said, what is it that I do, exactly?