My name is
Inigo Montoya Colleen Powell and, with very few exceptions, all of the content on this site is mine. Those exceptions will be found on the Guest Authors page and the occasional stock photo that I pop in for a little color. Have a look around and let me know what you think.
- First published in third grade. Book of pet poetry. Two copies. The first one had funky laminating on the cover, so we had to redo it, thus two copies. Went to Renton Writer’s Conference; it was a big deal. Put my writing career on hold while I switched schools and focused all my energy on becoming a social outcast, which I found I had a natural talent for.
- Fast forward a decade. It was suggested that I keep a journal to help me get in touch with the real me. A year later, after a quick escape from a dangerous situation, my most private thoughts become public record as certain journal entries are used as evidence in court proceedings. No more journal for me.
- Fast forward another decade. My cushy office job has me creating a monthly newsletter for staff, drafting correspondence in various voices for various managers, and joining a community action group where I craft the bulk of the marketing materials. People begin to describe me as a wordsmith. I look it up.
- Another decade passes. A horrible experience lingers in my brain. I decide to write about it as a sort of therapy. See Tragedy in White Center. I share the story with a couple people and the response is encouraging. I look into publishing it in a magazine or something. This is way more complicated than it should be. Every website on writing says that I need to have a “platform” before I do anything else. About a month later, after several more stories and tons of research, I created this webpage. Here it is. Thanks for coming. Follow the blog posts to see how the rest of the story goes.