About Debbie

You might want to know all about me in that classic, resume type of way.  I’ve got one of those—a resume, I mean—and I could give you those stats if you want.  It would include things like having my B.A. in English from the University of Michigan, and an M.B.A. from Wayne State University.  It would also include a bunch of jobs: as an English teacher in a high school; an inventory analyst of sorts for a couple corporations; I’ve even worked shorter gigs as a salesperson in a florist, a cashier at a bookstore, and the “beer cart girl” at a golf course.  (That last gig was fun.)

If this stuff is important to you, then great.  We can chat about education or business or golf.

But I’d like to tell you about Debbie, the writer.

Becoming a writer—claiming to be a writer—is a funny thing.  Sure, I can point you to some clips that provide a sample of my work.  But I’m talking more about that elusive “what makes you tick” part of being a writer, that intrinsic part of being a writer.   I’m talking about the part that turns to cobbling words to form an idea or relay a message or figure something out or write an essay to express yourself.  I’m even referring to the part that permits the use of the word “or” three times in one sentence.

For a long time, regardless of what my job title has or has not been, I’ve written.  Wordplay is fun.  Story is important.  The connection one can make via writing is both thrilling and daunting.  Even when a message is complex, even when writing is hard, it’s something I keep coming back to, keep tackling.

If you need someone to help you with this connection, let’s connect.