If the salary was the same, what job would you be doing right now and why?
I’d write. I’d overthink. I’d romanticize it. And, ideally, I’d put my thoughts, feelings just everything, all in a book.
Like, actual books. Hardcover. Chapters. Maybe a dramatic little dedication page. The whole thing.
I love writing blogs, but if we’re being honest, a blog sometimes feels like handing someone a cute little appetizer when I really want to serve the entire seven-course emotional meal.
I want to write the kind of books that make you stay up way too late because you need to know what happens next. I want to make people laugh, feel seen, maybe cry a little (respectfully), and occasionally question why they’re emotionally attached to fictional people who don’t exist.
There’s something so romantic about taking a completely unhinged thought, turning it into 80,000 words, and somehow calling it a career.