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Paralegal and financial pro turned copywriter bringing boring topics to life, serving as the Resident Writing Expert for realtors, attorneys, and financial pros. Check out my emails below and enter your email address to get my freebie, "5 Ways to Make Your Copy UN-Boring"
Hi Reader, me again. The end of the year always gets me thinking—what do you want to step into January already done with? Website copy that finally feels right? Emails that don't sit there gathering dust in inboxes? A podcast one-sheet that screams "book me"? That's why I'm opening up a special: 5 hours of copywriting consult time with me for $1,000. Typically, these hours are reserved for first-time clients and have to be used within 60 days. But this time? I'm opening the doors wide. This...
Hiya Reader, Okay, that's a wrap on the secret stash of Fuckery. But don't worry, I've got something equally awesome lined up: my year-end copy consult sale. Stay tuned, because it's personalized, hands-on, and exactly what you need to kick your copy into high gear. Best,
Hi Reader, At the start of every month, I like to kick things off with a question—something light, seasonal, and maybe a little bit spicy. This month’s: 🎄 If Christmas is your jam, are you Team Real Tree or Team Fake Tree? 🎄 Growing up, we were solidly Fake Tree folks. My parents didn’t have a car, and we didn’t live anywhere near the kind of woods you’d want to wander into for a tree (unless you count the weedy strip behind the laundromat). So out came the same dusty box every December,...