PAST PUBLICATIONS

PRINT WRITING:

Print Portfolio Samples

1. Food Bank vertical integrated strategy (2017-18)
2. Health Services vertical integrated strategy (2017-18)
3. Higher Education print collateral copy (2015)
4. Long-form travel direct mail B2C for Grand Circle Travel (2011)
5. Direct mail, print, and catalog copy for PetEdge – various publications (2009-2010)
6. BLS.gov (Bureau of Labor Statistics) Workforce Grant for Graphic Design (2009)
7. Non-Profit public access PR brochures (2009)
8. “The Rape of Grace” long-form Colloquium University of Massachusetts Amherst (2005)
9. “Le Fabricant” mOther Tongue: A Multilingual Journal of the Arts Volume XI (2005) Print
10. “No Fish” Short Cuts (2004) University Press
11. Copy Editor “2004: Dean’s Book Essays: Barbara Kingsolver Edition” University Press
12. Norton Women’s Society Award for Excellence in Essay – memoir 2001

DIGITAL WRITING

Digital Portfolio Samples

1. Technical Accessory Video scripts, blog posts, and technical copywriting (2016)
2. Laser Alignment e-Book (2014)
3. Machine Design American trade magazine (2014)
4. https://www.nationalfisherman.com/old-magazine/around-the-yards-49/ and Hodgdon Yachts Case Study (2014)
5. Web content editing, writing, and product copy for PetEdge  B2B and B2C (2009-2010)
6. Digital site content creation, editing, and freelance writer guidance with Helium Inc. (2008)

BIOS

MICRO BIO (SOCIAL MEDIA)

The author Sarah Lacey Vigue came to Jesus just as she was, surrendering to Him with her very own version of the sinner’s prayer and passionate candor. The funny and awkward, born again talks fast and thinks even faster. Explore the world through her eyes at www.sarahvigue.com.

Additional Routes:
Go straight to her Facebook and take the detour with the funny little fork in the road. Stay left. Pop on over to Twitter for a spell and be sure not to miss LinkedIn. It makes for a good final destination. If you’re up for it, you can take a gander around Instagram – it’s no tourist spot but you might like what you see.

SHORT BIO

Sarah Lacey Vigue has authored and received awards for multiple writing projects including the cover story “No Fish” in Shortcuts, the Norton Women’s Society Award for excellence in memoir Essay, and the long-form colloquium, “The Rape of Grace.” With two degrees in English and Comparative Literature, she loves examining literature, which serves her well during Bible and theological studies.

Sarah came to Jesus just as she was, surrendering to Him with her very own version of the sinner’s prayer and passionate candor. The funny and awkward, born again talks fast and thinks even faster. In 2005, Sarah started publishing short stories and grants for groups and publications she rarely names and has since ghost written and blogged for a few celebrities she’s not allowed to name. Find out more at www.sarahvigue.com.

Additional Routes:
Go straight to her Facebook and take the detour with the funny little fork in the road. Stay left. Pop on over to Twitter for a spell and be sure not to miss LinkedIn. It makes for a good final destination. If you’re up for it, you can take a gander around Instagram – it’s no tourist spot but you might like what you see.

MEDIUM

Award-winning author Sarah Lacey Vigue carries with her multiple writing projects including the cover story “No Fish” in Shortcuts, the Norton Women’s Society Award for excellence in memoir Essay, and the long-form colloquium, “The Rape of Grace.” With two degrees in English and Comparative Literature, she loves examining literature, which serves her well during Bible and theological studies.

After a difficult corporate layoff in 2008, Sarah embraced the world of digital marketing and took up product writing about prairie dogs in Wonder Women bikinis (available for $8.99), bedroom furniture (including walk-in wardrobes) for small animals, and writing desks for Shih tzus.

As an in-house writer and marketing project manager, Sarah made the decision to embrace writing and marketing full length books to her portfolio. She continues to support freelance writers and first time authors new to the digital literary world.

She no longer works at monitoring web forum behavior and community engagement. It resulted in unsuccessful attempts at developing incarcerated writers into productive artists. They seldom took their work seriously and spent the majority of their time writing about how to hide cigarettes in typically hidden body parts. Additionally, learning to make alcohol in prison (from ketchup and cans of Del Monte fruit hidden in prisoners’ toilets) failed to achieve even mediocre interest with publishers and, well, most of humanity.

Sarah went on permanent sabbatical when her co-workers and friend (some of which are now former friends) expressed concerns when she brought up her new interest in smoke ring blowing and trying flavored chewing tobacco. She had heard that snuff would put hair on her chest and grew interested.

For fun, Sarah has run with the Olympic Torch (2001 Salt Lake City Olympics). She has written non-fiction such as memoir, magazine and newspaper articles, catalog copy, e-newsletters, case studies, and e-books – all published in various professional publications. Her fiction includes short form like poetry and prose. She credits her two Bachelors’ for allowing her to write with such versatility but research for giving her zany topics to explore without getting bored and to write without getting stale.

The funny yet serious author started publishing several mediums for several industries in 2005: Ghost written short stories, grant writings and online articles are all under her belt in addition to her full-time 9 to 5 jobs. Though Sarah is not permitted to name some of the groups for whom she has written, there are far fewer she allows herself to name like that pro basketball player who needed her to create his favorite childhood memory. To learn more about the author who occasionally writes under the penname Sarah Lacey, visit https://sarahvigue.com.

Additional Routes:
Go straight to her Facebook and take the detour with the funny little fork in the road. Stay left . Pop on over to Twitter for a spell and be sure not to miss LinkedIn. It makes for a good final destination. If you’re up for it, you can take a gander around Instagram – it’s no tourist spot but you might like what you see.

LONG/EXTENDED BIO

Acclaimed writer Sarah Lacey Vigue has authored various writing campaigns, literary works, and individual assets throughout the last two decades. From being the featured short story “No Fish” in Shortcuts to several financially successful essays, she has written both long and short form, digital and print, fiction, and non-fiction. Because two B.A.s in English and Comparative Literature seldom cause the bat of an eye, Sarah scaled to the demands of rent, car, and school loans and became neither a jack-of-all-trades nor a king of none. Sarah became a queen of quite a few.

With a love of analysis, implementing and fixing things, and people with chubby cheeks, she learned to wrangle creative projects and marketing collateral and how to keep both individuals and small tribes of children from recreating “Lord of the Flies,” even during Sunday school at church. When Sarah grew tired or writing for peanuts and suffering from a dramatic corporate layoff in 2008, she focused her love of strategy a comparative thinking on the digital marketing side of the corporate world.

Luckily, this led to the unforgettable experience of writing about a myriad of pet products: Small dogs perked in an upright position, sporting their Wonder Woman bustiers and matching bottoms, a commercial grade tire inflator for horses that came with no directions forcing Sarah’s hand at inventing a highly ineffective way to clean horse hooves (but hey, she could have created far worse scenarios for that blow hose couldn’t she?), hardwood wardrobes and walk-in closets for shih tzus, princess blonde Goldilocks wigs that only came in XXL for German Shepherds, and sexy beach attire, no doubt so dogs and owners could better relate to one another. Honestly, the white lab in the string bikini looked like she was trying way too hard. It’s irrational to think that a flat, hairy chest could possibly pull off such a daring look. But it’s hard to judge a dog’s fashion faux paw when you spent an entire day wearing a duct tape tube top bra that gave you a uni-boob simply to see if the contraption would be a good undergarment for prom.

Beyond copy writing and marketing project management, Sarah revived a long-held desire to create novels and other full-length books. Getting her feet wet in eBooks, Sarah wrote about highly technical topics like laser triangulation and its use for more precision alignment. With her love of learning and a knack for adaptability, Sarah pulled her teams into the digital world whether they wanted to learn it or not. This led to some mentorship opportunities and experiences that made Sarah even more multi-faceted, much to the shock of polite society and, well, snobs. Learning how to laser align catheters, probe bowling bowls to write case studies, and read insurance claims for fraud created a wacky mind with a wild sense of adventure.

Sarah’s A.D.D brain thrived on the stimulation that came from inmates learning how to write magazine-style articles. She grew fond of regaling people with the prisoners’ stories, though she learned that many of the stories and topics were quite limited and occasionally inappropriate. Who knew? Sarah did learn a modicum of diplomacy via explaining to writers, like one proud aunt celebrating her nephew’s ability to hide entire cartons of cigarettes within his person, that their “current content is interesting but limited and in need of further development.” To squelch her growing interest in cigars and flavored chewing tobacco, Sarah moved on to mentoring special needs writers.

Growing up in households of abuse, poverty, and mental illness undoubtedly marred Sarah. However, being sidelined from much of life via debilitating, chronic neck and back pain, Sarah desperately reached out to friendly and helpful New Agers. Desperate and finding some pain alleviation, Sarah became certified in reiki (much to her embarrassment now!) and slipped into a few other New Age/Occult practices that were bizarre and dangerous.

The author came to Jesus just as she was, surrendering to Him in her very own version of the sinner’s prayer and passionate candor. With the Lord’s help, Sarah pulled herself up by the bootstraps and fought back. Her success was also due in part to the Church. With the ecclesia and Bible studying, Sarah threw caution to the wind. She turned from the ways of the world and turned to the Holy Spirit, asking God to be the father she never had and to make life less of a struggle with only ephemeral rewards. The next day, Sarah had her born-again experience and started walking with the Lord like Enoch.

The evolution of literary examination in Sarah’s life changed as well and has shaped a passionate adventure where Sarah explores how one should live in light of gleaned biblical truths and ponderings. This is precisely how “Christian underwear” became a tagline for how she lives her Christian faith and a symbol for being prepared when you are in the world but not of the world.

When her body is cooperating with her, Sarah delights in group exercise classes (barre and pilates) and theology class with a bunch of guys who love Jesus the Messiah as much as she does. Running with the Olympic Torch in 2001 looks good on a resume, but learning that she, according to the Bible, is a saint and that this interactive, relationship with Jesus stuff is real is a far bigger accomplishment for Sarah. Being “biblically anchored and Spirit-led” are her daily routines along with taking multivitamins and trying to arrive somewhere on time.

This quirky lady continues to work in digital marketing and has added fundraising for non-profits charities to her repertoire. She consults with companies on their digital presence but prefers her full-time 9 to 5. Of course, spending time walking through a forest or with her family is her true passion but a girl has got to make a living doesn’t she? Visit https://sarahvigue.com to learn more about the author.

Thought I’d let the kids try putting on my lipstick. From there, the adventure began…

Additional Routes:
Go straight to her Facebook and take the detour with the funny little fork in the road. Stay left. Pop on over to Twitter for a spell and be sure not to miss LinkedIn. It makes for a good final destination. If you’re up for it, you can take a gander around Instagram – it’s no tourist spot but you might like what you see.

PROMOTIONAL, AD, AND MARKETING MATERIALS AND/OR BRANDING INTRODUCTION

WHY MEREDIBLY:

Is this a made-up word? Yes. Here’s the story behind the word my brother created:

I was typing up an environment class assignment after school one day when my mother and brother came in the room. The assignment had been to ride my bike a few miles to Norton High School and back, taking note of my surroundings along the way. I took the assignment very seriously and did just that and felt like a million bucks! Plus, I wasn’t polluting the environment by driving my car to school. What I hadn’t considered was how tired I would be after going to track practice after school, weight lifting, then bicycling a few miles back home. At nightfall, no effort had been made to transpose my notes into a typed doc. So when my brother and my mother came into the room and sat down as I pined and complained about my sore arms. “It was so worth it but my legs are killing me. Help!”

My mom offered to type up my handwritten notes for me just like she had done for me when I was twelve and working on book reports. My brother said he would read off my notes while she typed. My benevolent scribe and her assistant went to work. We didn’t usually do things like that but it was a fun way to be together and share our days.

Now, I must say that I have been told that my handwriting is like a Greek scribe’s. My cursive is very loopy and can be hard to read. I also tend to love very embellished, poetic language. You better believe that I write all over notebook pages and throughout the margin areas too. Ink swims on pages I encounter. Between my verbose language and the ink smeared pages, my brother had his work cut out for him!

He started dictating and Mom started replying to everything he read – the buggers were critiquing my over-the-top, flowery language! 

Mom has a pressure valve that she passed on to us – humor. In the middle of her own father’s funeral, she burst out laughing (real laughter, not the nervous kind!). The pastor of our youth was presiding over the service and he sang his favorite song, the very song he sang as often as he could in front of the congregation. “Oh [he’s singing] that God-awful ‘Sweet Beulah Land’ song that we hate! How many times do we have to hear off-tune church people sing it?” We laughed until we cried and we blended in! My mother’s heart was broken but in her grief, she could simultaneously release the humor valve.

My athletic brother never had a fat day in his life. When he went off to college, he told me that he had NEVER read a book from cover to cover. Naturally, he was SO not into my ridiculous descriptions. I wrote French poetry in school; he read the simplest of French phrases with an archaic tone of uncertainty. I loved rhetoric, he loved sports. At that moment, he loved laughing at my work.

Stumbling through my messy notes with my mom simultaneously snorting with laughter, Miah asked, “Where were you?!” He hooted with laughter.

“I went up by Wheaton! It’s pretty and peaceful.” Flustered and gesticulating, I tried to explain. “There was smoke, fog stuff, all through the road like that book where the girl goes through the mist back in time.”

It was funny being held accountable like that but I still liked what I had. What was even funnier though was my brother’s monotone reading. He was ribbing me like only a beloved brother can do and my mom was laughing right along with him. I was just happy to have somebody else doing the work so I could lie down!

When bicycling over a steam grate that morning, I had run my hands through the warm steam while remembering a book I read about a girl who walked through the mist. That very mist carried her through to a time past. How could I not appreciate that? Fine enough. What got weird was when I describe a Lady Slipper I passed as nascent and pre-pubescence. My brother and mom had a field day with that one!

Then my brother happened upon a sentence that may no sense to him. It was something like, “… it was an incredibly spiritual experience to bicycle through the vibrant grounds of Wheaton College toward the Norton town commons…” Between the handwriting and over-the-top prose, my brother got even more deadpan and just sounded out whatever he thought he was reading. His thick-tongued pronunciation delivered, “It was a meredibly experience…” The thought of it still makes me laugh. Mom got a big belly laugh at this excellent comedic delivery.

“What is that word?” she asked.

“Meredibly?” he guessed, laughing. Truth be told, some of what they were doing was getting on my nerves. They were laughing at something I cared about, but when he invented the word Meredibly, I laughed a punch drunk, tired-as-all-get-out laugh. I’d been so focused on being like one of the great Romantic poets that I had not even been paying attention to decent communication or, apparently, my penmanship. Our laughter bubbled over, even after I tried to get us on track.

“It’s not gibberish. Where are you reading?” I had to go over and explain what the word was. “That says, ‘incredibly!'” They weren’t really having any of it and kept laughing. It’s like I just added some fuel to the fire. We got through the rest of the assignment but laughter kept bubbling up in random places.

What could’ve been a passing funny moment grew with time and excellent comedic timing. In situations where someone was speaking in circles or when people were confused and trying to figure out what to do or what direction to take to get somewhere, my mother or brother would respond, “Meredibly?” symbolizing the funny and precious family moment where my family had to make sense of nonsense.

Well, with a primarily inattentive ADD mind like mine, I still cause my fair share of confusion. Life is such a hodgepodge of experiences that the term meredibly still works. Whether dealing with misdirection or obscure rhetoric, meredibly still sums it all up.

ABOUT/BACKGROUND

What better way to learn about Sarah than to see what her grade school teachers had to say?

3rd quarter: Sarah continues to make progress both academically and socially. I am pleased with Sarah’s improvement since our last conference.

4th quarter: Sarah has made fine progress this year. Her reading skills have greatly improved this quarter. Emotionally, Sarah has come a long way. I am happy to have known and worked with her. I will miss her next year.

Okay so maybe you need a little more to go off of. For you party poopers, here’s something more straight laced. However, everything will be listed in reverse chronological order…just because:

She currently lives on the North Shore of Massachusetts helping non-profits through marketing fundraising. She is always described by bosses as a hard-worker who is very loyal and attentive.

Outside of work, you can catch Sarah in a theology class, at the gym either working her tail off or in a recumbent state on a floor mat wishing she had the motivation and structure to at least pretend she’s committed to being there. With major trauma to the lower back and the neck, she continues to strive for a healthy balance between living with disabilities and living a life of metanoia.

Sarah has ten+ years’ experience in various marketing-related business endeavors. She absolutely thrives under pressure and drop kicks bad attitudes that get in the way. She celebrated the day both her car loan and school loans were paid off. There was nothing like finally being worth $0.

In late fall 2012 Sarah Lacey Vigue took a leap of faith landing in Christendom. Since that time, she has been involved in several ministries.

Though she graduated from UMASS Amherst with two bachelor degrees in Comparative Literature and English, Sarah continues to educate herself with certifications in this and that and she is very well read.

In part due to being an overachiever and in part due to grace, Sarah ran with the Olympic torch in 2001. Earlier in that year, she received her first real payment for writing and continues to write for peace, money, and pain – as do all writers.

Sarah’s spirit is most at peace traipsing through the Maine woods near the Ice Caves in Summer. She is most content spending time with “her kids” (church kids, neighborhood kids, or her niece and nephew).

Fraught with the mischievous mind of an otter, the constant desire to nap and snack while simultaneously juggling A.D.D., Sarah has come to terms with the fact that if she were an animal, she would be a stray Labrador Retriever unable to carry a stick through narrow spaces.

Born in a military hospital in 1982, she has a penchant for men in military fatigues. This results in her inability to concentrate on the rare occasion that she is on a military base in addition to that fact that she gets stuck in the barb wire fencing.

As a Millennial, Sarah does enjoy a good nap but is well educated, a natural at self-teaching, and highly adaptable with both people and jobs. Traveling through life with an oddly wired brain, oddball family members, awesome kids and Bible resources makes for watching Sarah an uncomfortable but intriguing case study.

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