My childhood dream was to read books for a living or be a professional basketball player.
I didn’t get drafted, obviously. When I tell people about that book-reading dream, they say I should’ve been a literary critic. They fail to understand that I wanted to be paid to read. Nothing more. You understand that, right?
I kept reading for free but that childhood dream didn’t come true either. Eventually I stumbled into copywriting or as I like to call it, stringing words together to sell stuff. No, it wasn’t my childhood dream, but it became a dream career. As an added bonus, it’s kept me fed and clothed since 2002.
I enjoy the entire creative process, from scribbling down ideas to getting feedback from stakeholders. Wait, I enjoy feedback? Don’t you? How else will you know if you nailed the brief?
More about me? If my doctor didn’t object, I’d eat fried chicken a few times a week. I have a small obsession with medium-sized binder clips— they’re the MacGyver of office supplies. When I’m not reading (still unpaid, of course), I enjoy exploring (or napping) with Rebel, the other handsome guy in the photo.
In what’s left of my spare time, I perform improv and write comedy sketches. I’m available for freelance work and rides to the airport. Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, I never, ever refer to myself in third person.