Story telling, no matter the format.
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Creative content strategist, published author, and AI-assisted designer with hands-on experience building digital products, websites, marketing campaigns, and branded content using ChatGPT, Claude, Canva, browser-based development tools, and AI creative workflows. Experienced translating ideas into polished written, visual, and interactive content while maintaining a consistent brand voice across multiple platforms.
Browse this site (my author pen name) for more examples of my work. I designed and created everything here for my adult romance brand.
Or you can visit my Author Tools business. Again, I designed and created everything for the Storybound Creative brand with the assist of AI.
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An Excerpt from OCTOBER'S CHILD, an historical fiction piece written for the Arkansas Historic Museum
Chapter One
June, 1848 - Eleanor
One-thousand, three-hundred, forty-two paces lie between our Grog Shop to Mr. Woodruff’s Print Shop. I knew this because I took that journey often. More often than I should’ve. Certainly, more often than my father would’ve approved of.
That is, of course, if he’d known.
He was oblivious to my natural waderings until October when the days were golden mellow reminders of summer’s farewell and the nights were crisp with possibility. I was October’s child—sunshine sky and nightfall’s secret. I was both of those things. Though I didn’t know it then.
The predicament I found myself in was partially my father’s fault. He’d sent me to the Print Shop in the early days of June, asking me to beg Mr. Woodruff to allow our advertisement into the Gazette, though it was a full day past the advertising deadline. My father always dallied, even with important things such as this—and though he assured me the previous day that he was going straight to the Print Shop, I discovered he never made it.
Instead he’d been waylaid by the enthusiastic chair of the church’s bereavement committee whose good intentions turned into yet another tear-filled memorial to my mother.
My father’s tears were sinking our Grog Shop. It pained me to admit it, but nonetheless, it was true. He had a full heart, ripe with memories of my mother, though he had no business sense in his head whatsoever.
It was my mother who kept our shop alive.
Now it was up to me.
A final example of my writing can be found on the following entertainment website. I wrote and edited articles for a bit.
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My background has always centered on storytelling. As a published author, entertainment writer, educator, and former historic interpreter at the Historic Arkansas Museum, I've spent my career transforming information into engaging experiences. Whether I was writing educational curriculum, developing interpretive content for museum visitors, covering television and entertainment news, or building digital products for authors, my focus has remained the same: creating content that informs, inspires, and connects with people.
