Hey there.

I'm Mallory, a storyteller, writer, adventurer, avid reader and wanna-be-yogi. 

Stick around for adventures featuring my sassy af corgi and incredibly kind husband. 

I am a writer.

I am a writer.

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Before I launch into full-on blogging again, I feel as if I owe you (hey mom!) a tiny lil update. You may be saying, "What, no way Mal, you're a blogger!?" 

Yes, yes I am. And in the last several years a very inconsistent and unreliable one. Until now. I am relaunching and reloading and excited about the plans I have for you my loyal readers (again, hey mom!)

In the last year, I've learned so much about myself, my dreams and my goals. I worked various full-time jobs and then finally decided to go out on my own as a freelance writer/marketer/entrepreneur. I've found incredible clients (shoutout to Brungot Farms, Love Intently and a few more in the works), I've learned the ropes (and still learning) of pitching and contacting publications, and I've found the space and time to launch Writing Home Society with another incredible woman.

I've hustled, I've cried in the shower, I've run a half marathon. I bought a phone case that looks like a bottle of chill pills and I've dreamed of being the best version of myself. And okay, I read a lot of self-help books and listened to a lot of motivational podcasts. And...

For the first time in my life, I am calling myself a writer, an entrepreneur and a business owner.  


That was not easy for me to say, much less say with confidence. I once cried in my car for an hour after work when someone said to me, "I thought you said you were a writer? I writer wouldn't write this." 

For weeks I believed him and I pouted and moaned. I did nothing but wallow. And then I realized I may not be the best writer, but I am creative and I have control over this situation. I can better myself, I can work towards my goals and I can be a writer. And several months later, here I am, writing you these cheesy af blog post. If you have a blog, you're a writer, right? Jokes.  

TLDR; life is messy, this is messy. This may blow up in my face, I may fail. Instagram algorithms stink and I spelt sneak peek wrong weeks ago on Writing Home's landing page and my sweet neighbour corrected me this morning. Mistakes, mess up's and change are unavoidable. But in the next year and month and day, I am putting my work, myself and my thoughts on this blog for you and for me. 

Stick around if you want more, join my mailing list if you want the most. If cussing sometimes bothers you, find a new blogger. 

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