Being a writer means submitting your work for approval. It means having your articles rejected, your thoughts disagreed with, your emails unanswered and your carefully sculpted paragraphs dismantled and picked apart. And that’s before publication. Once your words go live, unless you ghostwrite (which I frequently do) you’re offering yourself up to a potential reader base like a lamb to the slaughter.
I’ve been called all kinds of things, started a whole bunch of fights, and been reduced to tears by comments from strangers, rejections from editors, and rewrite requests from clients. When your work is your passion, you are fortunate, they say.
But when you have to mold and shape your passion to the tastes of others, its throbbing heartbeat begins to fade.
I designed Work Write Balance as a space for my voice to be heard – uncensored and raw – with no edits, no rewrites, no pretending to be the voice of someone else or have an opinion that I don’t; or an obligation to create content about shoe insoles, breast implants, fire alarms, or cleaning products.
This is a space for me to celebrate my passion and inspire me to get back to grass roots when I can, as often as I can. I hope that through this portal my words will be read, that my articles will be helpful, my stories will entertain and amuse, and my opinions won’t offend. Although I expect that some of them will. But before you lock and load, remember:
I’m just like you, breezing through life as the wind in the trees, just trying to find my space.
You’ll find a whole collection of articles here. I always wanted to be a columnist, so Work Write Balance is my soapbox. I’m a digital marketer, copywriter and MBA. Passionate about languages and culture, it’s only fitting that I’m raising a bilingual child far from home and facing all of the challenges that presents head on and with a dash of humor.
I love traveling, surfing, freedom, speaking different languages, sunsets, wine and cocktails. Getting married and having a baby was intimidating at first; my ship had been anchored for a while, but my traveling days aren’t behind me. My one-year-old now comes with. She’s already flown trans-Atlantic four times. And to the Middle East.
Surviving a 14-hour flight on your own with an infant isn’t easy. But flying business with a glass of champagne in hand helps to smooth the ride.
This is how we roll folks. Welcome to my blog!
Christina Comben, Copywriter, MBA