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I never thought I would grow up to become a writer. I've always been told that I write well, but I could've never fathomed pursuing a career in it. 

Today, at work, I am supposed to be writing the copy for a website. The website is about a local historical home and farm. The goal of the copy is to sell the property as a venue for, primarily, corporate functions and weddings. 

This may seem a mundane task to some, but, for me, it's the reason I get up in the morning and drive the 45 miles to Dallas. I want to be a copywriter, I want to turn the mundane into magic. 

Epic greatness awaits.