Hi. My name is Elissa Joy Watts.

Mom gave me my middle name – Joy – and taught me to use my words. Now I pay the bills doing so. Yep. No more corporate dress code. Most days, I wear slippers for a living. Didn’t see it coming but I’ll take it. Thanks, mom.

I am a writer.

And I am also a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, a friend, and dreamer. I’ll be a pupil until I’m in the grave. I have so much to learn.


I am a noticer

I have a reputation for paying close attention to life.

My midlife crisis dropped by early. I was 24. Now I exhale vulnerability and welcome tears. People tell me saltwater is my superpower.

Life has not gone according to plan (see above) but my story is all the more spectacular because I’ve learned to surrender and hang on. This likely makes no sense to those of you who don’t know Jesus but I will shed light on the matter as I go.

My peculiar journey has taught me a few things.

Truth heals. Mercy wins. Sincerity is king and queen.

Perfection is oppressive. Unwarranted kindness is never wasted. People must always come first.

There is always room for more barbecue and more Bowie. When in doubt, more butter.

I am a professional amateur.

Amateur as in “one who loves.” I am head over heels for the world we share. It is unpredictable and broken and yet full of beauty. Lipstick. Butter. Handmade slippers. Dry Shampoo. Gin. Opera. Mind-blowing Indian cuisine. I try not to blink. The little things bring me tremendous joy.

To borrow the words of Annie Dillard, how we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. I want to spend mine wisely.


Writing is therapy.

Whether it’s work or play, I love what I do. Enjoy my rambling thoughts. Thanks for lending your attention. Please don’t send an invoice.