My name is Emily, and I want to help you make your life more awesome.

In May 2010, I was tired. I was a manager at a printing company, and had reached my limit of pseudo-corporate BS that revolved around ROI and other associated numbers. I was tired because the powers-that-be at the company didn’t want to devote any time or attention to my division. I was tired because I was commuting an hour and a half each way to a job that wasn’t providing any emotional fulfillment. I was simply tired, and I wanted to become a writer.

I jumped off the bridge and became a writer.

I went into the pursuit of becoming a writer, and became an article writer. In the early posts, you can see a lot of my work about how to save money at the grocery store, and how to develop your business, and the best writing sites. You can find a lot of vague information about doing this, that, or the other. I leave those there as a reminder of how far I’ve come. I was seriously trying to become a better writer, and I thought that by writing trite, vague articles, I could do that. In reality, that didn’t happen.

I learned a lot while writing articles, though. I learned how to write on a deadline, and I learned how to write about nearly every subject that I knew and didn’t know about. I made some money, but I wasn’t feeling very fulfilled at the job. I’d essentially traded one yoke for another. It was doing it from the comfort of my own home – an improvement, to be sure. It was still dreadfully vacant of inspiration. I wasn’t becoming a better writer, I was learning how to conform to the intentionally vague concept of ‘what people want.’

It was eye opening to find out that there were types of writing that I had no interest in. I was writing, right? Sure, but I was trying to conform to the demands of other people. I was trying to follow these written and unwritten guidelines about how to make money, and how to make myself happy with that money in the process. None of that was really working, because I wasn’t writing from the heart. I was writing from the assignment. And that was good, but it really wasn’t filling that void.

After scribbling so many articles about Becoming a Freelance Writer and being successful, I realized that I wasn’t following my own advice. Yeah, it’s stupid, but it’s true. I wasn’t writing with my own fire and passion that I had, because I was afraid that I wouldn’t conform to other people’s ideas. I’d fallen right back into the trap that I was in while I was at the printing company – except this time I was in another medium.

Now, I write from the heart and it is fulfilling and only lightly edited.