… somewhere in some Caribbean household, a middle-aged mother is yanking out her braids at those four words. I still remember when my mother had her parent-of-a-creative rite of passage meltdown. Ya see, within the small-island mentality (and for good historical reason) there are only so many acceptable career paths – law, medicine, engineering, and maybe finance if you’re lucky.
I’d like to pretend for your reading pleasure that I was more of a pioneering protagonist who trod the path less dared. But in reality I played it safe and went to college like everyone else so I could have that ‘degree to fall back on’. Hey, my mother ain’ raise no fool. And you better believe I made that pillow hella cushy. I spent three and a half years at Journalism school in Vermont, USA (yes… yes) and then I accidentally won the Harold Hoyte Scholarship for Journalism which paved the financial way for another two years mastering the art of media at the University of Leicester. I’ve worked in media houses, five-diamond hotels, international fashion companies and you can stalk me on LinkedIn for the rest if you’re really interested.
Seven years later, I’ve paid my dues and I’m ready to move on to the next chapter of my life. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t been totally back-burnering writing this whole time. Your girl published a book or two, scooped up some legit awards, and made a little name for herself in local lit. circles. Read all about that on the ‘Wins’ page of this site.
But now I’m ready to explore the full breadth of my talent. And maybe it’ll end in a Nobel Prize, or just some charming rocking chair anecdotes for the grands. I don’t know. Either way, I’m ready to have some good, grammatically correct fun and I’d be honoured to have you join me.