At the foot of my bed in my old room at my parents’ house is a purple foot locker.
In this foot locker are trinkets from my past – mix tapes with some great early-’90s songs , my beloved ballerina jewelery box and dozens upon dozens of notebooks – filled with silly, half-finished stories by a little girl who dreamed of becoming a novel writer someday.
I’d never let anyone – anyone – read my writings, but you could always find me off on my own scribbling away in one of those notebooks. I preferred writing with a purple clicky pen that wrote in blue ink (until I discovered blue PaperMate pens which I exclusively use to this day) and those speckled composition notebooks.
I have stories that only got fleshed out a few pages – and I have one mammoth story that encompassed nine full speckled notebooks.
Yet when it came time to choose a career when I graduated in 1995, it was the business path I walked down, much to the chagrin of my mother – and to me, in hindsight.
I wasn’t ready to write, nor was I ready to be read.
And I wouldn’t be ready for another 10 years.
After working in Corporate America for the better part of a decade, I went back to school for journalism.
I was ready.
After taking the next three-and-a-half years to earn my second Associates Degree, I got an internship at a local arts and entertainment weekly newspaper.
Truth be told, I never wanted to be a newspaper writer. I fancied myself working at a glossy magazine while writing a novel in my spare time. My advisor suggest the a&e paper because he knew it would challenge me.
I started the internship with trepidation, but by the end of my first day, I was hooked.
There’s just something about a newspaper.
The smell of the paper and the ink as soon as I walk in the building, the site and sound of the presses running, the feel of the newspaper in my hand, seeing “By Nikki M. Mascali” in print week after week.
I still get giddy, and it’s been more than five years.
As I’ve reached this point in my career, I would still like to make the natural progression to magazine writing, to an arts and entertainment/alternative paper in a bigger readership or switch to copy writing full-time – I find the latter’s short bursts of inspiration so very different from my day-to-day writing, and I love the creative high that comes with it.
Writing is in my blood.
Aside from food and music, writing is the only thing I’m passionate about. Writing is the only thing I do well, and feel confident doing.
Writing is my life.
Writing is what keeps me going.
This is my blog.
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