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Past jobs in writing

In 2002, fresh out of West Chester University with a bachelor's degree in communication studies and a minor in journalism, I moved to the suburbs of Washington, D.C. and accepted my first professional job as a writer. I was associate editor of Indoor Environment Connections, a trade newspaper covering the niche marketplace of indoor air quality. I held the editorial position for five years, interviewing the industry's movers and shakers, making sense of controversies, and traveling nationwide to be on hand covering all sorts of meetings.

In 2007, a nonprofit called the Foundation for Biomedical Research hired me on as senior writer. I was tasked with various assignments that all centered on summarizing breakthroughs achieved by biomedical researchers in light of the threats posed to them by violent activists. All in the course of a single fun and exciting year, the organization had me writing copy for a revised website, proofreading and contributing to various publications, devising scripts for a cartoon series, and composing fact sheets about diseases and conditions.
After I relocated to South Florida in 2008, I took one last stab at a consistent writing job. I became the latest in a series of editors behind Energy Design Update, a technical newsletter about residential energy efficiency. This obscure newsletter had existed for my entire lifespan; its founding editor and subsequent contributors were among the pioneers of the entire field of study. It wasn't long before I realized the demands of keeping up on this topic enough to fill 16 blank pages each month all on my own was far beyond by expertise, especially when it came to satisfying the expectations of a highly intuitive audience that paid $300+ for an annual subscription.

In July 2010, a well-timed week's vacation to Mississippi and Arkansas, centered on discovering music, prompted me to re-evaluate what was important in my life. My new rule was to enjoy my work. My passion is music. Writing and travel alone did not fulfill me; only with music at the heart of everything I do will I be happy. Once I had issued my notice to the newsletter publisher that I was going elsewhere -- and boy were they relieved! -- I started plotting my next trip to Mississippi and Arkansas, and Tennessee, and Texas, and wherever else I felt was calling me. You can read more about my subsequent travels here.
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