My friend and creative partner once described my stories as cozy brutalism. Where the stakes are low, but the feelings run high. And that pretty much sums me, and my creative endeavors, up.
I don’t know many people who spent their adolescent years pouring their hearts out to Bonnie Raitt’s I Can’t Make You Love Me, or soulfully joined Patsy Cline in deeming herself crazy in love. But I was a seven year old who understood the pain of unrequited love, okay?
Do I still crank emotional ballads and passionately sign along? Absolutely. But thankfully, my melodrama now powers my stories and music, and maybe a soapbox-rant here and there at work.
Speaking of which, I’m a tech-bro (sis?) at my day job; content designer, product-day hype man, divine asker of why?, strategist, and team cheerleader. And for the longest time I was content to tell myself that millions of people have read my work. Notifications, email campaigns, error messages, access requests—real Pulitzer-grade stuff.
But between my relentless love of conceptualizing worlds, my friend’s steadfast encouragement and mentoring, and the pressure of a rising career in tech, the desire to complete my ideas and share them with strangers has grown in strength and volume.
So, now I moonlight as a storyteller of everyday humans and the lies they tell themselves. With some songwriting that’s sometimes Weird Al, sometimes Millennial angst, always Amy.
Just as my employer’s and collaborators’ opinions don’t speak for me, neither do my opinions represent them.
And because I’m a Luddite in Tech™️, I don’t know what I’m doing, but I want to do it myself. So this website is a work in progress.