I currently live in Chicago with my husband and kids, but I was born and grew up in Britain (my parents are British, my grandparents are British, all my genes, as far as I know, are British—though there was that one fabled posh French lady who ran off with the stable boy, but that was a very long time ago). At the age of seventeen, after what I remember being an overwhelmingly long day that involved a train, an airplane, and a cumbersome cat-carrier—because if I didn’t haul that cat through the airport, no-one else was going to bloody well do it—I arrived in an unreasonably hot and very strange land called Texas. That’s where I went to college and where I studied, not without a little bit of irony, British Literature. After college, I met and married a half-Japanese American who also grew up in Europe, and together we have lived in four different states in four different corners of the United States, and have two lovely daughters.
My career as a copywriter began in college when I made a nominal income (mostly in the form of pizza) editing fellow students’ academic papers. Since then, I have been able to expand my repertoire to include website copy, articles, blog posts, newsletters, press releases, scripts for videos and radio spots, training materials and online training modules, and my childrens’ homework assignments. I’ve written for web, social media, video, radio, and print, and have surprised myself by building experience in a wide range of industries from construction and retail to non-profits and faith-based organizations.
As a writer, my greatest strength is being able to quickly grasp what it is that you want to say, translating your ideas into copy that is clearly and carefully articulated, organized, and crafted to be accessible to your desired audience. My goal is to write material that will compel readers and keep them fully engaged from the first sentence to the last word. And like all moms, I do like to have the last word.
I love books, lemon curd, proper thunderstorms, and when someone else does the dishes. But those little stickers you have to pick off your fruit before you can eat it? Who do I have to sue? I get by in life by drinking too much tea, would be entirely sustained by a diet of marmalade and Marmite on toast if I didn’t have to be a responsible parent and produce nutritious meals, and am regularly in arguments with my children about how to properly pronounce words in the English language. I mean, honestly.