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I always thought I’d do three things: become an entrepreneur, be a writer, and when I’m old and grey, teach at a local university or an under-resourced school. Let’s just say… life had other plans.

I do work in education. Entrepreneurship is hard, and I’m still trying. And writing? Well, my therapist once said, “If you write, you’re a writer. If you’re not writing, start- and you’ll be one.” Of course, my response to that was, "Ok, girl (eye roll)"

Writing has always been my heart-throb when everything else was falling apart. But I never felt good enough. I didn’t sound like that writer. I wasn’t as fluid as this one. I thought I had to write like the greats I grew up admiring or the ones I studied in college. But the truth is- I’m not that kind of writer.

I majored in technical writing and hated it. Switched to creative writing. Dabbled in playwriting. Landed in media and entertainment entrepreneurship. Accidentally minored in fiction writing because I kept taking classes for fun (and yes, I’ve got the debt to prove it). One day, my fiction writing professor pulled me aside and said, “... you’ve got something. You’re one class away- make it official.” So I did. That was over a decade ago. And you know how it is- you think you have all the time in the world.

But time be lying! Once a good amount of time passes, it tells you that your dreams are childish, that you need to grow up and get “realistic.” I’ve submitted pieces to publications and tried to start my own media platform—twice. But truthfully? I just wanted to write. Not for applause. Not for critique. Just to say how I feel, in my own words, in my own way.

Okay, okay… maybe I also wanted to build something around what I love that could make money- because why not? But mostly, I wanted to create a space where my words could breathe. Where simplicity wasn’t a flaw. Where emotional clarity didn’t need fancy metaphors or perfect grammar to be valid.

I’m not a writer in the traditional sense. I’m a non-writer in every way. And that’s exactly why I built this space.

Unmuted Archive is for the women who write in the margins. Who scribble in journals when their hearts are breaking. Who write when grief takes the pen, when love calls their name, when joy tiptoes behind pain. It’s for those who write to remember, to reclaim, to heal out loud- or in private.

This is a literary collective for non-writers and truth tellers. And if you’re an “official” writer who wants to share in silence, this space is yours too.

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