You’ve never seen a harder working child than I was when it came to writing. Before I was literate, I’d sit for unbelievable stretches of time, dutifully squiggling lines on paper, pretending to write a novel. I got my hands on a typewriter shortly after and wrote a series titled The Dancing Chinese Noodle. It was a big hit with the parents and family friends.
I then tried my hand at journalism and publishing; spying on the neighbors of our cul-de-sac, chronicling their lives on our home computer, printing a self-published newspaper called The Anytime (daily, weekly or monthly was too much of a commitment at age 9), and selling that journalistic gold right back to them for entire quarters per issue. I dug up an old issue and dare accuse my younger self of some light plagiarism in the World Issues section.
Since then, writing has been ebbing and flowing as I move ever-forward through the tribulations of young professional self-identity. I started this blog during my tenure as an editor for a tourism publisher in the Hawaiian Islands—but am now pursuing a Master’s Degree in Linguistics with no idea what it will realistically lead to next.
I hope that keeping a blog helps hone my writing skills in preparation for whatever comes next, keeps me focused on the interests most dear to me and, maybe, reignites my passion for spying on my neighbors.
Relax, it’s a joke. Put the phone down.