I am a sleepy kid today; my long weekend of living according to my body’s internal clock was fun and all, but the 3am bedtimes do not do much for 8:30am worktimes. Plus my therapy session this afternoon was like running a marathon, trying to squeeze the last two weeks into 50 minutes. Not an easy task, but I managed...
I am pretty excited about today’s lead and the resulting brainstorm; I may even have it up and ready to go by tomorrow. I don’t expect it to be a cash cow or to result in a ton of business clients, but it should be fun and who knows? Maybe I’ll be discovered. More later, stay tuned!
Tonight I’m testing out EverPress, a WordPress plugin that will send the notes in a shared Evernote notebook directly to Femme Flavor. If this gets sent to draft and I can pull it up, add tags, and publish when it posts at the designated time, then this will be a fab way to keep a running list of possible blog...
So we’re about halfway through the productive part of my day; when I’m able to do things my way, I tend to come to life in the late afternoon and work well into the wee hours. I spent the better part of the morning messing about online, dozing, and being a crazy cat lady. The evening has been dedicated to...
In both more and less serious news… A real post. Once upon a time, there was a girl, and she was pretty much afraid of everything. Even when she made jokes or introduced herself to strangers or yelled at people who were big and mean and scary, she was feeling scared and small and anxious inside. She did these bold...
I am welcoming the new year by Skyping with one of my best friends and giving myself permission to ditch the usual format because otherwise I will not post before midnight. I can do that, because guess what? Here, I am self employed. Happy New Year, loves; may it be good to you.
I didn’t have anything to say today, because I was struggling with some pretty intense personal shit and wanted to tell the world to fuck off. From oversleeping this morning to physical ailments to having to follow through on social commitments I wished I’d not agreed to, blogging was just not something I was gonna fit in, and so what...
Today and tonight don’t allow for much face time with my computer, so I’m just hitting the daily bullet points. Today’s lead: Portland Monthly Magazine. I know they have actively solicited articles from people I know not to be writers, and offered to work closely with them to produce a great end result. Today’s office prep step: I’m not going to...
So I was all excited about signing up for a daily writing prompt, and I was super gung-ho to open the email this morning, and then I did, and the prompt is to write a poem, and I sort of sagged in my seat, instantly deflated. Of course the first freaking day would address my written word Achilles’ Heel, my nemesis,...