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I started my journey in New Eden in April of 2018 and quickly became engrossed in the expansive universe in the game as well as the community out of the game. I cut my teeth on online MMOs with World of Warcraft in 2005, and while I had tried Eve sometime in that same era, I found the experience today to be far different than I had in either before.

I quickly found myself wanting to be part of the greater community that Eve Online has fostered. It became a wellspring of creativity for me and spurred me towards regular writing, having an online game to play with my husband, and wanting to meet others in this shared space. So, I founded this blog.

By day, I'm an IT Project Manager spending time with spreadsheets in a cubicle, holding meetings, and organizing activities. These seemed like perfect skills to translate into the game dubbed Spreadsheets in Space. So here I am.

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I'm available for guest-blogging, article writing, and helping plan in-game events. If you'd like to work something, send me a message through EveMail or DM me on twitter @efidard. 


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