Subsequently, I will no longer be a proofreader, copy editor, ghostwriter, mom, blogger, or wife to a husband who works abroad.
Professionally, I am now:
a word watchman and typo terminator.
a narrative navigator and linguistic locksmith.
a prose proxy and tale transcriber.
In my personal capacity, I am:
a diplomat, ineptly negotiating treat-for-chore deals.
an amateur codebreaker trying to decipher the inner workings of an 8-year-old’s mind.
a modern-day diarist, oversharing their musings with whoever wants to read them.
a one-person media empire, running a tight ship of exactly one writer, editor and distribution team.
a pen pal with a (mysterious) lover who visits occasionally.
One thing that remains consistent:
I am a map reader in a GPS world (or I follow my nose).
Nothing beats a bit of pretentious whimsy. It always makes me smile.
Intrepidly,