Quiet Rebel Writer

In my previous 9-to-5 incarnations, I dreaded many things. The daily commute on crowded CTA buses of needlessly bitchy people, the inane office politics that resembled high school cliques, the need to sit at my desk even when all the work for the day was done. But I especially hated dressing up, even to the […]

The beautiful, glorious, appreciated clients are those who get it. They understand that just like any other business service, like design or IT consulting, writing is valuable, necessary, and worth the cash. They’re the ones I want to hug, who don’t blink when I quote them my hourly or project rate and agree that I’m […]

When I started freelancing, I read that I needed to cold call to get some clients. So I did, despite the fact that I hate calling strangers with a fiery passion that knows no bounds. I called for a couple weeks, despite the fact that I seriously contemplated stabbing a pen in my eye before […]

I turned 30 last year. A nice, round number. By itself, it didn’t mean much besides playfully torturing my dear old dad about having a 30-year-old daughter. Which was admittedly damn good fun. Maybe with thirty years in existence, I can finally say I know a thing or two about a thing or two. And […]