When I was a kid, I had this crazy dream that one day, someone (who was also outta their mind) would pay me to put some words down on paper for people (who’d be even crazier) to read when they had some free time. At age 8, I knew more than anything else in the world that writing is what I was meant to do. Growing up, I played with pens and paper instead of Barbies, wrote the kind of bad poetry that only middle school kids who think they’re in love can write and decided in high school that someday, I’d be a New York Times Bestselling Author. For those reasons, I went to The University of Texas at Austin and majored in English where my passion for words continued to grow. During my time at UT, I took creative writing workshops, attended spoken word performances and read hundreds of books and after a few years, I now have an expensive piece of paper to prove it. Ya girl is officially a Texas Ex. Hook ‘em!
Like all cliché millennial writers do, I packed up and moved to New York City right after graduation with nothing but my hopes and dreams. I wanted to be in the center of the literary world and work my way up to becoming Editor-in-Chief of The New Yorker or something. Turns out, in order to work for a magazine and make some actual money, I needed at least 5 years experience and a miracle. My short time in the city was spent going to every workshop I could find, getting lost on trains in the process and figuring out what the hell I was going to do with my life if this whole writing thing didn’t work out. I cried a lot and closed myself off from people back home so they wouldn’t know how much of a failure I was and then eventually moved back to Texas when my money ran out. It felt like the end of the world to me for a long time but then one day, I stopped feeling sorry for myself and started working. Since then, I’ve met some incredible people and by some stroke of luck, I got the opportunity to edit a book last year. Thanks to the wonderful writer who took a chance on me, I realized that giving up on my childhood dream wasn’t an option.
I’m a woman of my word. I write because it’s what keeps me sane. I edit because I want to help other writers do the same. There’s a saying that pops into my head when I’m working on a project: Be who you needed when you were younger. That’s what I’m trying to do.