I’ve had a love affair with words since I could toddle over to my dad’s typewriter to monkey-slap the keys like the violent little imp I happened to be.
Things haven’t changed much since.
Writing and creating killer content is more than a channel of raging fun and unrestrained, childish creativity.
It’s an almost tangible form of happy — an emotional caffeine pill maybe, or an edible word-rainbow of LSD.
Like you could bottle it up and peddle it as a cure-all, opiumsmackcrack sort of tincture.
That would be cool.
There was a brief stint when I wanted to be a garbageman.
Then I wanted to be a potato farmer.
And a football player.
But those dreams quickly faded before the ultimate dream: to be a content marketer, writer and strategist.
Merge that with an unstoppable addiction to psychology, art, and graphic design and KAPOW
Copywriter Josh was birthed.
The rest is a muddled history, traces of which can be found in the sacred archives of this website.
In the end, it’s ideas, dreams, verbal art, mental poo-flinging and graphic design poetry that get me up in the dark of the morning, and keep me charged into the silent hours of the night.
Life is a twisted freak of an adventure and I’m grateful to God for it.