Kat Atwell is a freelance writer, blogger & stage presence telling stories that deliver laughs, validation & community.

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I can write! I can entertain! I have stories to tell!

The only problem is that I can't afford my own cape.

The only problem is that I can't afford my own cape.


Dear Person and/or Company Who Could Really Benefit from My Skill Set:

The confidence in saying that I kick ass at what I do is there, because I am a great writer, and I’m great onstage. But! I don’t know how to ask you for money.

I’m a storyteller, see. I have written SO MANY THINGS. I have been in front of SO MANY PEOPLE, captivating them with my words through honesty, vulnerability, and a pretty fantastic sense of humor. Furthermore, I’m pretty great to work with — I play well with others. I respect your time. I’m as professional as you need me to be. I create great content. I am dependable. People legitimately like me.

I am not an asshole. 

However, by and large, I haven’t asked you to pay me to write for you; furthermore, I haven’t invited you to pay me to speak for you. In fact, forget the by and large. I have spent the majority of my lifetime believing that my ability to tell stories in print and on stage has been a service undeserving of payment. Eh, undeserving is wrong. I’ve never expected it. 

I was raised to do corporate work at a corporate job and save the creative stuff for later. And the later stuff is not a job, it’s a hobby. And people like you don’t pay people like me for hobbies.


Ugh. Just ended that sentence poorly. Moving forward.

I want you to want me. I need you to need me. That song was clearly meant as a pitching tool, yes?

Hire me. Pay me. I’m worth it. I’ll rock the cape once I can afford the materials, I swear. Did I mention I’m crafty? ADD-ON.


Kat Atwell

PS — I am not weak. I do not expect things to fall into my lap. I will figure this shit out, and I will get paid what I’m worth. If someone suggests they’ve never felt insecure or unworthy, they’re lying. Or they’re a cocky white dude.

I’d say YOLO, but I’m a 42-year old woman, and that just seems weird.

Behind the Curtain.

The Buffalo.