Rebranding. Again. So what? I’m a flake.

I’ll be the first to admit, I’m definitely a flake. No, I’m not proud of it. I’ve tried to overcome the flakiness and so far, 44 years later, nothing seems to work. Suggestions welcome.

Anyways, as you can tell, I’ve neglected this place. I mean, what kind of peep that calls herself a blogger avoids all contact with her blog for like 6 weeks?

So, here’s what I’ve been doing. You see, I’m writing a book. Actually, I’m writing two books. Two series. I’m co-authoring with two different people. Very busy.

Quick promo before I continue on with this here post:
Hallows Haven is a YA Paranormal that is currently being rewritten from 3rd person to 1st person because it’ll read better, I hope.

Then there’s Dark Dawn, book 1 in the Dark Redemption Series which is scheduled for release on June 10. We are doing two versions of the same book, YA and MA.

If you could go give those two books a quick like on FB, I’d be mighty grateful.

I got my author page over on Goodreads and if you think I didn’t squeal delightedly when that happened!

So, I”m rebranding. Again. See, I told you I’m flaky.  I had started a wordpress.com blog for the purpose of my rebranding and then I”m all like, but why bother? I have this perfectly good blog and I own the dot com, I’m paying money every year for the damn thing, I might as well use it.

Yeah.

I dunno. I’m out of personal stuff to say and quite frankly, my home life isn’t all that interesting. Not in a compelling blog post type of way. Not that I ever write compelling blog posts. I’m just a simple girl with a simple brain.

I kind of decided to just stay put here on Rock and Drool. I’ll just be promoting other writers and stuff. Maybe I’ll throw in an occasional blog post, assuming I can sneak around my kids who watch me like a hawk when it comes to these social media thingies. I got in a fight with one of my daughters because she was bitching about me on Twitter and I’m all like, Twitter is mine, yo. You aren’t allowed to talk bad about me there or I will have your account deleted.  And she’s all like…um, excuse me *eye roll*, you aren’t allowed to blog about us *mouths the word bitch* *takes a selfie*.

Needless to say, blogging and having teenagers isn’t the best possible combination. Which is totally fine because they are too boring to blog about anyways.

I totally, totally just lost my train of thought because my son just asked me about Minecraft and I’m like…huh?

In conclusion, I’m rebranding.

I’m a writer now. I have proof! I’m on Goodreads!

The End. Or is it….

OH CRAP…wait a minute. I have a giveaway going on over on my AUTHOR FB page! You could win a $15 GC for Amazon. And who knows, I might actually make it a bigger gift card, depending on how many new “likes” I get. So there.

When a mommy needs her blog again

i thought this was funny because hey, i think we've all done this!


Back when my kids were nearly perfect, I was this thing called a “Mommy Blogger”. Perhaps you’ve heard of those?

When I was this “Mommy Blogger”, there wasn’t even a negative connotation connected to it. It was the cool thing to be.

Then, my nearly perfect kids became teenagers. Sigh. And blogging became somewhat difficult because these teenagers would snoop around on my blog and find out that I was writing about them. Seriously, what did they think I was doing anyways? I was a “Mommy Blogger” after all.

So, after much bitching and moaning from them, I was forced to solemnly swear that I would never again utter a peep about them here. I was forbidden from being a Mommy Blogger and just became a Mommy with a Blog.

It wasn’t enough for them that I stop writing about their business, they forced me to stop writing about um…other stuff. Like, I dunno, sex with the Mister person. Because, apparently they were still keeping tabs on my blog. Talk about Big Brother watching. Big Teenagers are FAR, FAR worse.

So, I stopped writing about relationship stuff. Sex included. Well, the hubby didn’t want me writing about it anymore either. And I have to respect these peoples wishes. Gosh darn it.

Then, I stopped writing about my youngest kid because, well…I just did. I have no reason except for the fact that his conversations weren’t as cute as they used to be. He started talking about bodily functions and video games like MineCraft and stopped talking about Max and Ruby and his theory on why he thinks people become dragonflies when they die.

Eventually, I was left with absolutely nothing to write about in the Mommy Blogger world and I just didn’t want to write crap for the sake of writing on my blog. OK, I still write crap, but whatever.

But then, this 9 year old emerged. I mean, not literally because yikes, that would hurt. Figuratively. Although, he is literally 9 but…oh whatever…you know what I mean.

If you’ve never had a 9 year old before…OMG…are you in for a treat. And not a sweet one either.

This adorable baby of mine became, almost overnight, moody, tantrumy and sullen. Of course he has his adorable moments too. Don’t they all? But, I was suddenly reminded of a stage that I hadn’t been in for a long time, the big kids had long passed the late elementary school years of tumultuous temper. Very much like giving birth, you forget the bad parts and only remember the good parts. Which I’m still trying to recall.

OK. I’m kidding. I remember many good parts from this age through, oh…16 or so. Yes, there are a few.

The other night, in the midst of a tantum (9 year old, not mine), I had the shocking realization that even my baby is growing up. And there is nothing I can do to stop it. No matter how many more years I fall asleep next to him. No matter how many more years I check to make sure he brushed his teeth or wiped his butt well. No matter how many times I call him my baby. He’s going to grow up and become a…TEENAGER.

My baby.

I look at my older kids and it’s shocking to me. But for some reason, it was more expected. I knew they’d get big and eventually leave me.

I just figured that this one would stay small and sweet forever.

I just assumed he’d never get overly moody or become a big, giant jerk (at times).

He’s the baby, after all.

I can tell hormones are starting to swing a little now. He’s concerned a little more with his appearance. He fights with me about what I lay out for him to wear. He doesn’t want to shower anymore…typical boy. He is worried what other people think about him. He doesn’t care what I think, he figures I’m just his mom so what do I really know.

He told me that he’s not a baby anymore.

I just didn’t believe him.

But now, I guess I have no choice because whether or not I choose to believe it, he’s NOT a baby anymore.

And I think I need my blog again to get me through this part. This age.

Because holy hell, from here on out, it’s going to be a rocky ride.

Blogger Outreach: A Few Lessons

Let’s face it, planning a Blogger Outreach is NOT rocket science. It’s actually fairly easy to do and is one of the more enjoyable parts of being a social media professional, in my opinion. But OH, can it be EPIC in its disaster if not handled right.

We all know bloggers turn to their social media channels to announce their disappointments and excitements, it’s what we do. Brands are aware of this fact, which is why they reach out to bloggers to spread their word. Duh, right? The best (or worst) online word of mouth marketing, right there in a tidy timeline package.

Big, little and everywhere in between bloggers have all watched drama after drama unfold when bad PR happens to good brands. It happens all the time, it’s par for this social media landscapes course. Many of us enjoy watching the backfire of bad PR. It’s a learning experience as well as cheap online entertainment.

Personally, I love when good campaigns happen, when the entire thing is done right from start to finish. I breathe a sigh of relief. Because way too often, we ride the rocky waves of bad campaigns.

If you’ve been following me since last Thursday, you know that a really bad PR campaign happened to me, personally. I’m going to bash or mention names here on my blog, even though I really want to. What I am going to do is explain what NOT to do when creating a Blogger Outreach Event. Because I think there are a lot of companies…both brands and PR…that just don’t know what they are doing. And guess what? This is one thing that I pride myself in being pretty darn good at, the whole blogger outreach thing. Because bloggers are my peeps and I’m a blogger so I live by the whole “do unto others” motto.

Lesson #1 THE INVITES: If you only have room for 8 then don’t invite triple the amount initially. Because…WHAT IF they ALL ACCEPT? It’ll look REALLY BAD if you have to UNINVITE these people. Oh wait. So, here is a little tip for you, it’s called “Phases”. Repeat after me…PHASES. Do you see where I’m going with this? You roll out invites in…say this with me…PHASES. That’s right. Room for 8? Invite 10 at first. Worst possible case scenario, you have 2 more people than you really wanted. Best case scenario, they all decline. Then, you roll out the 2nd phase. And you keep going until all the spots are taken. Note: Make sure you give a respond by date. A realistic one.

Lesson #2 The UNINVITES: You don’t do it. You send out invites clearly stating that responses are need ASAP because space is limited and yet, everyone responds…too bad. You’re stuck. You invited these people as your guests to the event, you make sure they are happy. As stated earlier, we all know what happens when some bloggers aren’t happy. It becomes a viral Internet situation that just makes EVERYONE look bad. Not good.

Lesson #3 Responding to emails: The whole copy/paste thing is fine, within reason. Make sure you personalize the email a bit. I know it takes some time to personalize the greeting and to add a little note directed to each person. But do it. Otherwise, you’ll come across as a jerk. It’s OK to be professional, it’s what you do. But, it’s ever OK’er to add some personality to your outreach.

Lesson #4 Responding to NEGATIVE emails: You screwed up. It happens to the best of us. You’re facing the ramifications of your screw up by getting an influx of hate mail. The copy/paste thing…it’s just not working. By now, rumor has circulated amongst all the bloggers who were invited to this event and emails are being compared. If everyone is receiving the same canned response, it’s just adding more fuel to this fire which, by now, is burning far beyond your control. Save yourself, respond to emails, tweets, fb messages. Kindly. With empathy. No LOL allowed. Bloggers don’t care that you created this outreach right before you left for a two day vacation. They care that they were invited and then uninvited. You wouldn’t want it to happen to you, right? Put yourself in their shoes when trying to fix what you broke.

Lesson #5 Blogger Outreach professionals: If you don’t know how to do blogger outreach right, then don’t do it at all. Outsource. Find a company that knows best practices. Because if Blogger Outreach is something you suck at, it’s going to give your firm and the brand a really bad name. You don’t want that to happen, not with everyone watching on the social media channels. It’s just a bad place to be.

Like I said before, Blogger Outreach…big or small events…not that hard to do. But, it seems like way too many companies are creating these fabulous events and not doing the outreach part right.

So yes, I did get invited to a fabulous sounding event. I received an invite on Thursday at 12:05 pm (via the timestamp on the email). It CLEARLY STATED that space was limited and to respond by March 21st. I responded at 12:12pm (that’s 7 minutes later, I’d say that’s ASAP) that I would, indeed, like to go. It said I could bring a kid, age 5-12. My youngest is 9. I told him about it because hey…I didn’t think, ok. He was so freaking excited, he couldn’t fall asleep that night.

Friday evening, I was UNinvited via a copy/paste email. I responded to that email letting them know, in very professional language, what I thought. A short time later, I received a copy/paste email from the owner of the PR firm apologizing and reiterating that it was a first come/first serve event. I didn’t respond. I wasn’t going to fight about the fact that I responded pretty darn quick.

Now, because I promised my son Florida, I’m looking to take him to Disney around the time we were invited to go to this Family Event in Florida. I refuse to let being UNinvited to an event disappoint my son.

That is why, when I create events, I think about the do unto others thing. The UNinvite was done unto MY son. I’m a grown up, I can compartmentalize the fact that this PR company just really didn’t know what they were doing. But my son? All he knew was that he was bummed out.

So those, up there, are a few little lessons into the whole Blogger Outreach thing.

People please…do it right or just don’t do it. Thanks.

I would like to mention, I was NOT the only blogger UNINVITED to this event. There was WAY TOO many of us who all received the same copy/paste UNinvite response.

The African Violet and my moms birthday

Today would be my mothers 70th birthday. That is a strange thought to me. It’s even stranger that she isn’t around anymore to celebrate birthdays, holidays or just any random day. Sure, it’s getting easier as time goes by. But, days like today…her birthday…it still hurts quite a bit.

So, in honor of my mothers birthday, I’m going to tell a little story.

Let’s go back in time a few years, shall we? Backwards, past the 90′s…80′s…stop at 1975.

I was in Kindergarten. Mrs. Eisenbergs class at Kennedy Elementary School in Southfield.

We were going to do something special, Mrs. Eisenberg told the class. For our all our Moms. In honor of Mother’s Day.

Each of us was given a little flower pot to decorate with different colored squares of tissue paper. We’d carefully pick which squares we wanted, place them on the little tiny pot and paint over it with glue to hold each square securely in place.

Our pots were perfectly and meticulously decorated, our concentration focused on making this a perfect gift for our Moms.

Then, we were each given dirt and a seed.

We were growing African Violets.

When we were done, the pots perfect and the seeds tucked away into pockets of dirt, our little gifts were laid out along a counter top where we could watch our seeds turn into tiny plants.

Little African Violet, some with flowers already blooming, others just little green sprouts poking up out of the dirt were all ready to take home. Little labors of love for our Moms, just in time for Mothers Day.

I remember carefully taking mine home. So worried about it dumping over and ruining the gift.

Being in Kindergarten, I was too excited to wait until Sunday to present the present to my mom.

I handed it to her.

She took it out of the box and gushed appropriately.

I was ecstatic.

She loved it.

It promptly went onto the windowsill so it could bask in the sunlight.

Somehow, despite the lack of the gift of a green thumb, my mother kept that little African Violet alive for years.

And years.

And years.

It grew.

And grew.

And grew.

Bright flashes of purple flowers constantly bursting from green leaves.

Fast forward now to present day.

That African Violet is now almost as old as I am.

It’s 39 years old, almost exactly.

It’s still alive, transplanted into a larger pot to accommodate a larger plant.

It still sits in front of a window, only now because of its size, it sits on the floor.

My mom used to always say that she had to keep the plant alive. She’d joke that if it died, that meant she would be dead too.

Ironic, isn’t it?

The plant outlived my mother.

In life only.

That little plant is alive still.

As is the memory of my mother.

Happy birthday Mom.

You are missed terribly.

And, I guess I have to go over to your house and rescue the plant. Dad isn’t taking care of it the way you did. Now…it’s my turn to keep that little African Violet alive, just like I started to all those years ago.

I think I’m actually Team Marissa

(For part of her decision, not the whole thing FYI.)

I’ve been sitting back a bit and watching opinions and drama fly regarding Marissa Meyers putting an end to working remotely for Yahoo. And I’ve been biting my tongue because I know what happened when I called Taylor Swift a name over on my Facebook wall…I got attacked. I was trying to steer clear of bringing drama over my way but whatev…bring it on. I’m entitled to my opinion, as is everyone else in the world. Unless, of course, you live in a country where you get stoned to death or thrown in jail for speaking your mind. But, I don’t. So onward and forward with my whole Freedom of Speech thing…

It’s been interesting, to say the least.

So many of my blogger friends are up in arms about Marissa Meyers decision. They are claiming it’s many steps backwards for women in the workplace and other variations on that theme. I’m not going to go into all the varying opinions, you can peruse your FB timeline and get the gist of what I’m talking about.

My opinion isn’t a popular one because I’m more on the Team Marissa side than not. Yeah, I am.

OK…my thoughts in fragments and short sentences:

I’ve been on a few interviews lately. Companies looking to hire Freelance writers or community managers. Every single one of the companies, pre-interview…I was asked if I had a problem with not working from home…REMOTELY. Say I interviewed with 5 LARGE companies, some of them strictly local to Detroit while others, satellite offices with the main HQ’s in other states. And out of the 5 companies I interviewed with, not a single one allows ANYONE to work remotely. Freelancers. Direct Hire. Man. Woman. Beast. It doesn’t matter. Your presence is required IN the office. Unless, of course, you want to not be hired. Then it’s like…thankyouverymuch, haveaniceday.

It’s all good.

At first I was like “What the what!” I mean, it’s online work. If I have Internet connection at home, what difference does it make where I work from? Social media, blogging, anything in the Digital world…why should it matter where you work from, as long as you are fabulous and get your work done in a timely manner?

Yeah. The companies want your fabulous and timely in their office. You can be your own fabulous and timely on your own fabulous time.

Many of the recruiters I’ve spoken with..don’t ask…have all mentioned to me that there are really VERY FEW (if any) companies looking to hire remote workers. But…they’ll let me know if any come their way. I haven’t heard back regarding those companies. But I’m not holding my breath and waiting around.

When you work remotely, you lose the working as a team thing. Yeah. You do. Sure, you can take conference calls, emails, Skype and all that good stuff.

It’s not the same as working directly WITH the group IN the office.

Personally, I think it’s wishful thinking to be able to work remotely. It’s great, in theory. And it’s fine when you freelance because it’s your personal business which you started from your home office.

The way I see it is, if you want “that” job bad enough, you’ll go buy yourself some new and appropriate outfits to wear in the office and suck it up. Otherwise, there are going to be a lot of job openings for people like…well…me. Because I can be just as fabulous IN the office as I can be from home.

Honestly, I don’t care where I work, as long as I’m doing what I love. So, if it means commuting every day…then so be it.

I mean, maybe I’m missing the bigger picture here. But, I really don’t think so. It’s really quite cut and dry.

As my friend Jennifer, who is a pretty big deal in the PR world says, put on your big girl pants and go to work.

I just don’t see how not being allowed to work remotely is even remotely a bad idea. Sure, it would be a perfect world if every company allowed it.

But it’s a far from perfect. And not nearly every company allows working from home. Not even close.

It’s got nothing to do with women’s lib or anti-feminism because it’s across the board. See list way above.

So you either play by the rules. Or you don’t.

You take a job that is nearly perfect for you, despite the fact that you can’t sit at the kitchen table in fuzzy pj bottoms nursing a pot of coffee. (Yeah, I work from home, I know all about it). Or, you can choose the other option, accept a job that is nearly perfect for you where you CAN sit at the table in fuzzy pj bottoms nursing a pot of coffee.

It’s just that simple.

OK…so just read this post by Amy at Freaky Perfect. She’s WAYYYYYY better at telling it they way it is. Because, while I agree with parts of her decision…there are aspects that affect the majority that she definitely didn’t take into account and if she did, she didn’t give a crap. BUT, with that being said, I still believe that if a company doesn’t want to hire telecommuters, they shouldn’t have to.

ps. I was just thinking about this: OK…I get it. Flex schedules have been working fine. So, I totally get that side of the argument too. I guess I understand both sides of this issue. I just understand why companies want their employees present. And that’s coming from someone who hires remote workers.

pps. and if i had little kids, i’d want a nursery next to my office too. or at least…a nursery for the building, to be a little more fair!!

Book excitement

So, regarding the book I’m writing…I’m super excited about this because of the fact that I’ve actually committed myself to writing my first full-length YA novel.

I can’t believe how easy it is flowing out of me. I just didn’t think it was possible. The expect word count has always made it so intimidating. I mean, 40,000-60,000 words is standard for a YA novel and that frightened me off for a long time.

But! With the guidance of a road map of notes pointing me in the direction I need to head and a list a mile long of characters and their traits, this story is writing itself. Good? Bad? I don’t know. What I do know is this…it doesn’t scare me anymore. It’s just a bit on the time consuming, self-doubting side.

I ignore the voices in my head. The ones telling me I’m dreaming if I think my ideas and words are good enough. Because, you know what? Those voices are bullies and I ignore bullies. They’re just sad, scared jerks.

If this story isn’t good enough to be published, than it won’t be good enough to be published. The important lesson, the one that I needed to learn, was simply that I CAN DO IT! I can write a story longer than a couple thousand words. I can create an entire world filled with characters that have been growing restless in my head.

So, with that being said…I’m at 21,000 words and still going strong. I might actually get the first rough draft out by the end of this month at the rate I’m going. This hasn’t been nearly as difficult as I had imagined it to be. In fact, the worrisome thing is, it’s been easy so far. All I have had to do is sit down, open the Word document the story is being stored in, and write.

My goal has been between 3,500 and 5,000 words a day. And I’ve been meeting that goal since this past Sunday.

Now my only concern is this…the standard is between 40,000 and 60,000 words but, at the rate I’m going, this book is going to be much longer than that. So, I figure, if worse comes to worse, it might have to be broken down into a couple books. I guess that’s not such a concern then, is it?

Whatever happens with this book, I can deal with. I’m just super excited because I love this whole story and the people coming to life within it.

And maybe, someday, instead of saying I’m an aspiring writer, I may actually get to say…that I wrote a book and it was good.

Because right now, I’m writing a book. And you know what? Aside from the fact that it’s going to need to be edited…this book I’m writing? It’s pretty darn good!

Please forgive but don’t forget

Please excuse my absence. It might actually be a long while before I post again. You see, I’m in the process of writing my first YA novel and I just can’t stop writing it. I’m very excited and can’t wait to see what happens with it.

I’ll be back.

Please don’t forget about me!

XO

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