Hey, I’m Sonya
I move people for a living—through grounded writing, resonant storytelling, and a firm belief in the Oxford comma. As a freelance writer, content marketer, author, and poet, I’ve spent the last 13+ years crafting narratives that help people and brands grow into what’s next. Whether I’m writing a brand story or writing poetry, my words aim to make readers feel seen—and empowered to take action.
My journey
When I was young, I was scared of my voice, of saying the wrong thing or saying it too loudly. I'd never raise my hand, never share without being asked. But when I put pen to paper, I was fearless.
In writing, I found a sense of bravery. I could explore the edges without anyone ever knowing I was tiptoeing them. I could make mistakes—and erase them before anyone knew I'd made them. I could write happy endings even on the days I wasn't. Writing made me feel powerful. It made me feel more than when I felt less than in real life. Writing helped me find characters who were confident, bold, and loveable. All the things that, for years, I thought I wasn't.
At age five, I wrote my first book, "The Prince and the Princess Dragon," followed a few years later by "Cinderfellow." (Foreshadowing my feminist inclinations.) At age 12, I self-published a poetry book and sold it in my middle school hallways. At age 17, I was a finalist for a national writing competition. At age 23, my first article on the internet went viral. And yet, it took me until I was in my 30s to start calling myself a "writer."
That young girl inside me was still afraid of being heard, fearful of owning who I had been my entire life…because what if it still wasn't enough? But here's the thing: once I started calling myself a writer, everything changed. I finally became the characters I had written about for decades. Suddenly, I was fearless. Suddenly, people actually started calling me "brave." No longer was I writing my dreams down; no, I was writing my dreams out loud. It was as if my pen went from being a crutch to being a wand, and I watched as I turned my dreams into reality.
I started a writing company, boldly raising my hand for people to hire me. I pitched dream outlets—and landed them—while learning to get comfortable with 100s of rejections. I moved to Europe, writing from cute cafes on my laptop, just like in the movies. I taught journaling workshops, becoming the person being asked the questions vs. the one scared of being called on. And now, I’m not just selling my book in hallways, but on bookshelves in Barnes & Noble.
I stepped into a life I'd been drafting since I was five—and made it beautiful. Not just in the imaginary, literary kind of way, but in the way that you can touch and feel and smell and taste. And all it took was finally owning who I'd always been. It took letting myself be seen, messy first drafts and all. And I could regret not doing it sooner, but I choose to be grateful that I did it at all.
What’s next for me? Well, you'll have to keep reading to find out.
