I'm not Superman.
Ordinarily, this is the page where writers like me point a big neon finger at their impressive sounding titles, shiny awards, and can’t-miss marketing formulas.
(Yawn.) I’m not going to do that.
I don’t wear a cape. And I won’t pretend to be some sort of self-ordained “thought leader.” You see, I’m not looking to sell you. Instead, I want you to get a good sense of who I am, how I can help you, and whether or not you think we're a good fit for each other.
Which brings me to "I think. I write. I help." What I try to be is an objective partner, eager to hear your problems, and ready to help solve them in whatever way I can with my brain, my words, and a sincere desire to see you do well.
So, in lieu a long, pretentious resume, or boasting about how many Twitter followers I have, I’ll just tell you a little about me below. A very little.
One of marketing's wisest rules is to talk about your customers, and not about yourself.
On this page, I pretty much ignore that rule.
Me, in 150 words or less.*
I never pictured myself as a marketing writer. And yet here I am.
I dreamed of becoming a professional baseball player. But I couldn’t hit a curveball. So I went to college. I studied at UC Irvine. I transferred to UCLA. I earned a degree in graphic design. I got a job as an art director. I loved it. Then I didn’t. I traded in my markers and sketchpad for a laptop and thesaurus. I spent 9 years writing for ad agencies. I spent 15 more freelancing. I wrote ads. I bought a house in the ‘burbs. I wrote direct mail. I got a dog. I wrote radio and TV. I got married. I wrote websites and banners. I moved to the coast. I wrote emails and video scripts. I got another dog. I developed creative strategies. I helped clients make small budgets seem bigger. I adapted to new media. And all along, I kept on thinking, writing, and helping.
I’ve learned many things in my time as a writer...But I still can’t hit a curveball.
(*Yes, I know. That was 175 words. 188 if you count this postscript.)