Look Ma, I’m a real writer! 

A few months ago I landed my first official freelance gig: churning out service articles for everybody’s favourite phonebook.

And it has been awesome.

I feel fortunate to work with a great editor, who loves me (and by me, I mean, my words because we haven’t had the chance to meet in person–yet) and it’s been cool to see the things I write go public (depositing the cheques haven’t felt too bad, either). It’s also pushed me to experience my city in a way I might not have otherwise–I’m a firm believer that in order to write about something, you’ve got to live that something as authentically as possible. There’s just certain things the Internet can’t help you with–the woody scent of a handcrafted cocktail, or the pale pink chipped counter tops of Edmonton’s oldest family-run diner, for example.

The way I look at it, I’m basically getting paid to live my life–which is really what being a writer is all about, isn’t it?

Check out my work for the Yellow Pages here.

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