I’ve always been a writer. I journaled a lot as a kid, although the older I’ve gotten I’ve found that I don’t enjoy analyzing my experiences and emotions so I often stray away from writing about myself. I spent much of my childhood writing poems, song lyrics, fan fiction (in which I imagined myself dating J. Boog of B2K) and other things, compiling them into an oversized binder and stuffing it into a memory box in the back of my closet. When I was 16, going through my first heartbreak and annoyed my friends didn’t want to listen to all of my music recommendations, I started a blog. At first, I posted pretty infrequently. Then I got an internship at a local studio and they offered to pay me a $500 stipend every two weeks if I managed my blog, hosted an entertainment web show and did some PA work for them. Before this, I never even considered that anyone would pay me to write. I kept this blog, The Jewel Wicker Show (hence my social media names), posting aggregated news, along with concert reviews and other original pieces, until I was 22 years old. My boss at my first newsroom job told me he was impressed that I’d taught myself SEO from running my blog and this was partially why he hired me.