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After growing up in a town of 60 people in North
Texas, I went to Baylor University, determined
to become the next Sandra Day O’Conner. My
career in law was cut short when I applied at
the college radio station. Rock & Roll was much
more alluring than the debate team. I discovered
film editing by accident and loved it from the
start, editing friends’ Senior Films (mostly
horror movies in which all died gruesomely in a
building that looked remarkably like the
Journalism School).
Upon graduation, I took a job as a disk jockey
somewhere in the middle of Texas, but quit when
I realized I qualified for food stamps. I moved
to Dallas and was hired as an account executive
in an advertising agency. |
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I moved to Seattle in 1985 with the standard
issue Southern Gal collection of 35 suits with
matching pumps and handbags. When I recovered
from the shock of living in the Gortex Capital
of the World, I soon was back in advertising,
working at a large agency as producer and
editor.
In 1991, I started Flying S Editorial, named for
my childhood ranch in Texas. It is a company of
one and meetings are short. |
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