I’ve been saving this post for a day when I didn’t have anything writerly to write about so here you go!
So most of you know me. My name is Emma Khoury and I’m a writer. But there are a lot of you following me who I don’t know personally so I just wanted to give a brief summation of who I am as a person.
I have been writing since I was 12 years old and, much like any skill, I honed my craft through years of hard work and dedicated practice. A skill that was somewhat delayed in its realization due to excessive procrastination. I blame the internet.
Right now I work as a Customer Service Representative and Copywriter for a small company in Michigan, but that wasn’t what I went to college for. No. Much like many others of my generation, my degree has nothing to do with my job. I attribute it largely to a flawed system that asks me to decide how I will be spending the rest of my life years before society deems me responsible enough to drink alcohol.
I went to school for Criminal Justice. Originally I wanted to be a police officer specializing in juvenile cases. However, I was about as likely to survive the Police Academy as I am to survive the Zombie Apocalypse. Hint: the odds aren’t in my favor. So I adjusted my goals. I graduated with the intent of being a Corrections Officer in a Juvenile Detention Facility.
I did an internship before my fourth and final year of college that almost had me change my major. Oftentimes I wish I had done just that. Because the people who work in that field, I found, to be angry and bitter. I’m not making any broad generalizations, merely stating what I observed in this one small slice of the industry. I’m sure there are many out there who find the work rewarding and fulfilling and I raise a glass to each and every one of you. But between my happy go lucky, oftentimes oddball demeanor and my excessive gullibility, those kids would have eaten me alive.
So I bounced around from job to job until I found my current place of employment. It has amazing hours, amazing people, and at the end of the day I am not emotionally or physically drained and can still write.
You don’t always know where you’re going to end up, but I think when one opportunity disappears, another presents itself. It may be a case of a door closing and a second floor window opening but life oftentimes finds a way of providing you with a ladder or some mad parkour skills to scale that wall.
Anyways, that’s a bit about me. If you have any questions about me or my writing please leave them in the comments.
Bye for now!