Mom | Wife | Writer | Entrepreneur
- Most written work and projects are [still] over on GoffCreative.com
- Writer for 18-ish years and an entrepreneur for going on 14 years now
- Productivity expert and mompreneur educator
- Mom to three young girls and wife to a stud-ly software engineer
On the surface, that's me in a nutshell.
But this isn't an online resumé so I'll cut the formalities and just break it down simple:
I love my family, independence, flexibility, and writing.
I fell out of love with the direction my former business (now serving as an online resource) was going in.
I found my only motivation to continue was writing emails to my subscribers. The stories, those were the parts that kept me interested and kept me going.
After realizing that, yet again, I took the "write for your audience" tidbit of advice too literally, I decided to stop.
Instead of repurposing Goff Creative like I'd done a couple times before, I decided to leave it be this time.
Now I'm journeying forward to see how a business copywriter with a passion and background in creative writing can make it online as a legit author.
This is a semi-crazy experiment that I'm beyond excited about. And it all starts here.
It starts with the LifeViaSara blog and emails surging with stories and musings for moms, entrepreneurs, and those who enjoy reading various genres—all showcasing random thoughts, ideas, and my journey forward from zero to published author (and beyond).
Give it a try with the blog and subscribe below to get exclusive emails sent directly to your Inbox a couple times a week.
Right now? Glad you asked.
I'm currently working on a new set of planners for writers (in addition to the Second Edition Content Strategy Planner for Bloggers), and getting to know some other writers online.
I'm also looking into some writing opportunities, and spending more time with my family. (Finally.)
Keep your eyes peeled for more of my work around the web, and be patient with my responses on both this site and on Goff Creative. It's been a busy several weeks here, so please bear with me.
'How's your business going?'
'Fine.' I hate it.
If only he knew her, then he'd understand.
'I wouldn't do it again, if that's what you mean,' I said, pulling my MacBook Pro closer to me atop the long work table in the mall.
What was she thinking?
My fingers are crossed, but I'm not sure if that's enough anymore.
They always end up letting you down.
It always happens in droves.
She caught me with the knife when I was sixteen, maybe seventeen.
I like being flawed. It gives me something to write about.
I let my kids examine my naked body yesterday.
There's no winning with blame.
Every time I think I'm getting better at this whole life thing, I do something wrong and set it back.
It was cold that day. Odd for Florida.
I gave twenty dollars to a woman on the side of the road today.
I like getting older.
There's something about with age and experience comes wisdom that's exhilarating.
The bad thing about family is you can never escape the past.
They remember everything.
I'll see this one through, I tell myself. I'll finish it.
After this, I'll put it to bed. After this, I'll move forward.
I'm the one who makes the show happen.
I was supposed to be an artist.
She asked me.
On her deathbed, she told me.
Something I learned as a visual artist and writer is that some of the best healing comes from expression.
There's something surreal about standing in front of a crowd of strangers—writers who all want the same thing.
At the end of the Writers In Paradise sessions, everyone got a chance to present a refined version of their submitted work, or a new story they were working on.
I was the only teenager at Writers in Paradise with Dennis Lehane, Sterling Watson and other well-known authors back in 2006.
I wake up to an alarm on the iPhone 7 I make payments on because all my older iPhones stop working properly whenever a new one comes out.
(I bought in, didn't I?)
I tried, but it just wasn't for me.
I love how my oldest daughter's friends come to the door to invite her out to play.
It's the third day since I made my decision.
In three days, I've learned more about myself than I have in the past three years.
Sometimes it just doesn't matter.
You can lay out your perfect, step-by-step roadmap, but when it comes down to it, you're never really prepared for anything.
It’s been 12 years since I expressed myself through writing—the one creative outlet that makes me truly happy. It’s going to be a messy, crazy ride, but one I need to take to be the whole person I want to be. Coming with me?