When we are young, we’re told we can be whatever we want. But as we get older, the opposite is true, or so we think.
A year ago, I was scouring every classified listing in Chicago for my dream job. My dream job was to be the next George Plimpton: to work at the most amazing literary magazine Chicago had ever known and to showcase the endless list of live literature programs through a series of intimate and funny reviews, and to interview the brilliant people that are the cornerstone of the city’s art scene. Unfortunately, my dream job didn’t exist it yet. No one was willing to take a chance on me.
Then I saw it. I saw the ad that changed my life.
The ad was for Tribune Media’s blogger union, ChicagoNow, and so I made a pitch.
Not a year later, Chicago Literati has become thee go-to place for writers and readers in the city, and with a creative staff behind me and new and exciting content being pumped out everyday, I am proud to say I am the founder and editor-in-chief of Chicago’s premiere literary blog.
But I’m still not satisfied. I want more.