My name is Abigail Matheson, though most people call me Abbi. Unless we’re talking about my mother, in which case she has a slew of nicknames for me. I was born and raised in the same tiny town in New Hampshire. Do you know where Exeter is? No? Portsmouth or Hampton? I won’t even ask if you know of my town, Brentwood. We don’t even have a postoffice for pete’s sake.
I have wanted to be a writer my whole life. When I was younger, my family supported this dream of mine. Little did I know they were silently hoping that I would move on from this apparently crazy pipe dream and on to something that would actually make me money. But I have come to terms with the fact that I may have to sell a kidney to feed myself if I pursue a career in journalism. My family however has not. It’s a sore subject come Thanksgiving.
My dream is to be an investigative journalist. This stemmed from my love of research papers. I really enjoy collecting information and finding out everything about a topic, especially if it exposes some sort of injustice or truth.
I want to write because, for one thing, I enjoy being creative. There’s just something about the ability to transport someone into a completely different world using only words. For a while my dream was to just become an author but I have since then been introduced into the world of journalism. While less creative, you still get to take people into a different world by giving them a new view on a topic.
Abbi Matheson 