We hear and read a lot about work-life balance. And for women, because that’s all I can speak to directly since that’s my experience, it’s an especially difficult concept. We’re given this ideal of what is considered the perfect woman: must be a mom, must be married, must be a professional, must be at every practice for the kid(s), must help with homework, must have a great relationship with spouse, must keep the home, must give back to the community, must be a solid member of their local church…. And there’s only 24 hours in a day.Continue reading
Today, I’m writing about medical technology licensing. Just a few minutes ago, I showed Bull the hives that resurfaced on my elbows, upper arms, upper legs, and small of my back. I told him that right after I got out of the bath tub (colloidal oatmeal bath), that I felt cold and that I turned off the AC in our bedroom. He noticed the goosebumps on my legs and we had the following conversation:
Bull: I see goosebumps on your legs. You’re either cold or demon possessed.
Me: If I were demon possessed, I wouldn’t sell my soul to just one demon. I’d take a page from the medical technology licensing playbook. I’d license out the use of my soul to multiple demons. And they have to renew monthly…like a subscription box.
Me: What? I like to ensure my ROI is stellar. My soul would be the investment. I want the best return possible.
In other news, I’m clearly wearing long sleeves to officiate a wedding tomorrow…the high is supposed to be 98. And this is Oklahoma. Thankfully, it’s before noon and they want something short.
If you have a newsletter, you started it with pretty much one thing in mind: sales or clicks. For example, if you just have a blog like this one that may have affiliate links or ads, but you aren’t really looking for sales, you just want click-throughs on your links to get your audience to land on certain pages. If you are in business, you want sales.Continue reading
Yall. My skin is raw. Skeeter Syndrome continues…the hives never seem to fully heal. No matter what I use, it doesn’t seem to repel the bugs or make my skin less hateful. So, tonight I bit the bullet to see a virtual doctor. Why? Because it’s $25 even without insurance. And it’s just hives. Nothing is infected. I just want to know if there is anything else I should be doing.
So, I sat here waiting…and my screen says the visit usually starts in ten minutes or less and no one in front of me in the virtual waiting room. Okay, cool. I figured I had time to add some client topics to my to-do list for late this week / early next week. I mean, that seems reasonable.
I never heard my phone ding or otherwise alert me. And my phone was just to the right of my laptop so I could see it out of the corner of my eye as I waited. I never noticed a change.
Me saying the topic out loud that was requested by an estate planning client: Should you plan your funeral?
Voice from the phone: Excuse me?
Me: Oh, shit, I didn’t realize you were there. I’m sorry, that was an awkward introduction. I am a professional copywriter and blogger. I work with a lot of lawyers. I was adding some titles and ideas from an estate planning lawyer I work with.
Me: What? Is it really that hard for you to accept that I work from home as a copywriter since I’m doing a virtual visit with a doctor? I promise I’m not a murderer.
Awkward….seriously, where the hell is #lawtwitter to back me up when I need it? Holy hell…
I was probably about a year into working from home as a writer when I stopped telling people that I was (and am) a freelance writer. I started telling people I was (am) a professional writer or that I create digital content. I started doing this because the almost immediate response from people was, “Oh, are you between real jobs?” Then, they usually followed up with other questions that were rude and not their business…the questions you wouldn’t ask someone who holds a more traditional job.Continue reading