Welcome

A note to readers & passerbys,

I have designed this space as a portfolio with the intention of displaying my work in its various facets. Here, you’ll find pieces I have written merely for my & your pleasure, anticipating a deepening of the awareness you have with yourself and what lives around you (in a playful yet inquisitive way). Outside of this, live my backstory.

Please indulge as you wish. My only request is that you explore with an open mind, a willingness to remain vulnerable and seek the harvest of empowerment; nourish each component of your World with intentional detail.

I greatly look forward to connecting with you, please reach out with any and all questions or just to say hello!

I extend sincerest appreciation for your presence.

Thank you for joining me,

-K

Through the Looking Glass

Writing, before it became my professional and/or daily endeavor, was (and remains) my most vivid source of self expression. This began in my teenage years (I’m a late 20 something, which makes the lifespan of this situation about 12-13 y/o) and progressed as time continued. I would scribble poetry in class, spend far too much time outlining my AIM bio to depict exactly what I was feeling at the moment and draft copious copies of assignments that relied heavily on writing to perfect my point of view to the best of my ability. My love affair with the English Language took paramount over the vast subjects that filled my days therein and I developed a rather compulsive desire to over-communicate out of a deep infatuation with exploring my own vernacular.

As I utilized my sheer attraction towards writing more and more, I developed an understanding of the craft and became devoted to enhancing my ability to transform a portion of real-time moments onto paper for later review. I became fond of transcribing other’s monologues into copy for either the individual to examine in reflection, or out of mere entertainment and documentation of certain life scenarios. I first started sharing my work with college roommates (who are now my beloved adult best friends.) We routinely sat in circles on our wooden living room floor smoking pot and drinking wine while crying about love and running out of money; all of which fueled content for more narratives that I would end up sharing in said emotion filled congregations. This led to an influx of positive feedback from my loyal sidekicks, which then supported my endeavor and served as a serious motivational push to incorporate writing into my day-to-day.

From there, I applied and accepted my first freelance gig to become a contributing writer on mainstream website, Elite Daily. A quaint three articles were crafted front to back by yours truly and ended up published on the site for all to read. I went on to drop the ball in that arena as I moved from my college town down to Florida and failed to continue to pump out work for the site … if anyone’s wondering, ED is absolutely booming as of right now (dammit.) Once in Florida, I started to pitch myself as a Content Creator and landed a few more gigs creating/writing copy for various startup companies. With a Bachelors Degree in Public Health (why not writing, you ask? We’ll cover that), I found solid background knowledge to expand into the healthcare realm and was hired by the CEO of a medical company to produce website copy for different studies and medical devices that were landing on the market and favored by the startups. This was a thrilling, yet gruesomely unstable few month span of learning the field as an amateur. Around the same time, I launched the Instagram handle @_inthewords which I piloted as a platform for my creative work; poetry to be specific. This move changed the game for me.

Instagram became a space of understanding the world of social media as a business. I was able to write a poem, format the words and send it into the ethereal with the click of a button. About 3 years after stepping into the beautiful monster that is the internet as a writer, I gained about 13 thousand followers and a bamboozling amount of inquires as to when a book would be released. I was humbled and overjoyed to receive such delightful engagement. For the readers sneering at the mediocrity of 13k, it is crucial to understand that I was never playing for attention. There were years prior to releasing any amount of creative work, where I believed that the compulsive and magnetic pull I had towards writing would surmount to a solo-activity hidden from the light of day. This wasn’t to say I was embarrassed, or felt I had no skill… it was because I was unexposed to life as an artist. Not for a second did I believe it to be an option growing up, resulting in the only thing I would alter about my past, if possible, of not pursuing a degree in writing. To receive such beautiful messages from the audience I had built (which to me felt like 13 million) was remarkably profound. I was hearing things like “you make my day better,” and “I have been having such a hard time, your words soothed my stress,” or “you’ve inspired me to write/move in a different direction.” To hear that I was evoking any sort of positive shift in even a few people’s lives was euphoric.

Posting online carried forth and I continued to pursue various gigs with intentions of always having a project/assignment going during any given time. I formulated an account on Up Work and outlined a profile on career scouting websites to display myself as available for hire. Through this meander and after having been recommended down a line of personal connections, I landed a few Ghostwriting roles and began to explore these accomplishments while learning about the industry of freelancing.

Writing, at any length or capacity, is tedious and requires a fine-tuned scope of focus. During longer sessions, things become grueling and the challenge is simply sitting down to write. Other writers will understand me here. Nonetheless, after any length of session, the love affair I have with the act will eternally prevail. I will always, day in and day out, be a writer.

My advice to any artist is simply not to stop and if you have the courage to respond to the callings of your innate desires, you won’t be able to.