The role of this blog is…Part II

The word multitasking originated in 1966, referring exclusively to computers and their computations. Automation of tasks to make the human life that much easier. But in 1998, the word started being applied to humans.  On the surface, it might sound like a good thing: do more in less time with less effort.

But really, as a modern concept I think it sucks.

Because we got the do more part, and maybe even the less time part, but the effort feels like it has tripled.

And with my recent run of near-crippling anxiety attacks, I lack the math skills to compute my effort to do even simple tasks. Say good-bye to my days of multitasking.

I don’t want to work full-time, volunteer full-time, and part-time, and be a graduate student, and be creative on deadline, both personally and professionally, all while pretending I’m not desperately lonely and need a social life that does not include an agenda.

My day yesterday was perfect: I woke up naturally around 11am, cuddled with the kitties, met a friend for lunch, played with kittens at The Book Center (10 are ready for adoption), went to Southern States to look at flowers, played with my cats at home, did some light house work, talked to my sister on the phone, and wrote this blog.

No stress, no panic attacks, minimal hallucinations (I’ve started actually keeping track of that, too).

But also no work, no grading, no deadlines, no bullshit.

Which brings me to my point–dun, Dun, DUN–what the heck am I doing talking about all this in a public forum?

First of all, thanks to everyone who posted comments on Part I.

I’ve mulled this over for a while, and I realized this blog has had a bit of a multiple personality disorder (not a current diagnosis of mine). Or rather, I’ve tried to multitask. Maybe it is because I’m lazy. Or confused. I’m confused often. But I blame that on being born in the Year of the Monkey.

The way I see it, I have three reasons for writing a blog:

First–Personal: I am going through a major life shift wherein I am trying to truly deal with my health, all facets of it, in a more mature, responsible way rather than simply running away when it gets too scary or uncomfortable.

To do this effectively, I need to write about it. But I have a difficult time holding myself to personal deadlines (just look at the state of my website, some of those pages have been “Under Construction” for three years). I need to write everyday. That is how I cope best because I am a writer.

I also need personal connection and resources to support myself during this shift. My closest friends live literally hours (if not several time zones) away. And I’m crap at calling (phone anxiety, though my besties are kind enough to call me). Besides, the type of support I need is too much for a single person, or trio of persons, to deal with. And while some of my dearest friends have a pretty good understanding of some of my issues, I really need to connect with people who can say “been there, swallowed that.”

Hence a personal blog is a major priority for me now.

Second–Creative: If you look back at some of my first posts, this blog was intended to be a creative outlet. While I have always written poetry, I originally planned to study creative non-fiction, particularly the personal memoir essay.

This makes sense as an author for me now as well because most of my poetry is pulled, at least is a small way, from events in my life or experience. Even the themes in my fiction can be linked to personal obsessions, which is true for all writers. So writing about things that are superficially personal would be a way to build a platform for my work, laying the foundation for a book later on.

While this has some appeal, I am far too overwhelmed to do this consistently. The energy that goes into churning out a 1,000 word essay of literary quality every week, let alone every day which is my current timetable, is astronomical for me. I am a slow writer and an even slower composer. I feel for now, this option is an impossibility.

Third–Professional: Finally, there is the professional blog. This is where statistics come into play.

The standard advice is to pick a niche you are passionate about (or can at least fake a healthy interest in) and then you blog regularly about it in hope that eventually you get enough hits to attract the interest of advertisers.

Alternately, you can create a following surrounding your small business service to attract customers, with the idea that you give enough advice/service/copy away for free to attract attention and a warm fuzzy feeling (engagement) until some of those hits turn into paying clients (conversion). This is also where most writers get the advice to be writers writing about writing in the hopes of getting writing jobs.

When I think about this, I alternate between feelings of resistance and panic.

I don’t want to!

Not only does that sound deadly dull, I also have to admit that I can’t force myself to read those types of blogs (even when they are written by writers I like with the possible exception go Neil Gaiman). And if I have zero interest in reading them, should I really be adding to the glut? I mean, not all of them are totally spammy. But most of them are hardly original.

And how am I expected to blog about freelance writing in an original way? I guess my post about teaching the kids’ workshop comes close, but realistically, I’m not going to pick up new freelance clients that way.

Most of my freelance writing jobs fall into one of two categories: marketing or manuscript. Those people are looking for people with solid reputations for quality and efficiency, which means they ask around. They don’t troll blogs.

So the roll of this blog is….Personal.

I am going to keep it linked to my author’s page on Facebook, my website, and various other online profiles and what-have-yous.

And if that costs me some freelance clients, so be it. I mean, if they turned down a freelancer in a wheelchair, we’d all think they were assholes, right? So let’s treat mental health issues the same way.

Yes, I have health problems, but I am still a damn good writer.

And very modest, too.

The role of this blog is…

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…I don’t know! Well, yes I do. I want a platform to talk about myself, which sounds selfish and ultimately is, because a) I like to and b) the few friends I have who I would feel close enough to talk about this stuff with need a break. Don’t make your friends your counselors–is a piece of advice I try to follow.

I also want to connect in a deeper way than the commercialized and jaded world of Facebook. I especially want to connect with people who deal with similar things and to swap notes.

So I decided to link my blog to Bloggers and Bloglovin. But I am wondering how many essentially mental health blogs are listed on these sites. I mean, the reason to broadcast is to gain followers to boost ratings and ad dollars. It is a pretty straight path to monetization with a fashion, food, or travel blog.  But I can’t imagine advertisers being too keen to hang around these pages.

In the larger scope, I am wondering about this blog. I have listed my real name and linked it to my business website. Do I really think someone is going to read a post and decide they want ME in charge of their next writing project? Or if a potential client is looking for an editor, do these posts merely show off my writing skills for him or her or put them off altogether.

And when it comes to connecting, my numbers have been all over the place. Is it the days I did multiple postings (while rather manic I think) or the subject matter or the time of day??? Has anyone thought of this?

I would really love some feedback to this one!

Financial roller coaster…

Every coin has two sides, right? And even though I have precariously few coins at the moment, today’s financial proceedings had both good and bad elements.

Bad: I woke up in a foul mood and decided I should flake on tutoring. I really wanted to get more pictures of the kittens, but I was in no shape to mold young minds. So I lost out on $10.

Bad: I checked my account balance and realized my unemployment benefits deposit was lower than expected. After some digging, I found out thanks to Congress and lower unemployment rates in the rest of Maryland (like in the metro areas), the number of weeks I can get benefits was reduced, and I have exhausted all funds. No letter, no warning, just no more money.

Good: I can, however, file a new claim in West Virginia since I was technically working there.

Bad: It will be two weeks until I can get paid. Worse: I will be automatically penalized a week. Worser: It will only be $78 a week, which will not cover rent.

Good: This means I should have my Foodstamps upped.

Bad: It is 10 more days until this months FS benefits arrive and my cupboards are bare.

Good: I met with a freelance client and was paid $30 in cash (plus he is a really nice guy).

Good: I did my first nude modeling gig (which went great, more later), and was paid $40 in cash.

Bad: I was super hungry when I got home and splurged on pizza, spending some of today’s haul.

At least the balance is close. I decided, on a whim, to get an Unbirthday Ice Cream Cake, and it will be ready tomorrow. It may be an expense, but I wanted to celebrate being brave today with the modeling.

It’s going to be purple with extra flowers, and I invited my Little Guests to stop by for a piece. Sometimes I wish I could treat my checking account like a tea party with the Mad Hatter

Clean account, clean account…move down, Move Down, MOVE DOWN!

Spring Resolutions

Procrastination just isn’t the right word.

I’ve not updated this blog in over a year. I’ve not even really remembered it. I doubt anyone who was reading then remembers it now either. That’s ok. So why, dear reader, am I bothering to post now?

This past week, I was lucky enough to get a honey of a freelance gig. Reading through Thai, Malaysian, Singaporean, and Australian blogs and doing some direct marketing offers. And while I saw more pictures of how to cook pig intestines than I ever wanted to in my entire life, I got to thinking…

I have a blog. If people can blog about the subtle differences between delicious dead pig insides and unpalatable dead pig insides, maybe I could too. Blog, that is.

But again I was confronted with the same problem. Niche. I don’t really have one.

I tried to get one. In titling this blog Living on the Green Edge, I intended to use that as a jumping off point for discussing the financial difficulties an underemployed, scooter driving academic often found herself in. However, Poverty is apparently a difficult topic to write about when you are trying to survive it and also difficult to get ad placement for (Do YOU need a sturdier cardboard box to live out of??? We have the widest selection of discounted boxes in the Tri-State area! Lowest prices allowed by LAW!!!). Not so much…

I also tried to blog about environmental issues; the name is an obvious indicator. But I really suck at being green.

Example: When I first moved into my current apartment, I decided I was going to recycle. I got bins to place on the porch and everything. I was careful to remove the labels from the jars and cans, and even ran them through the dishwasher to make sure they were clean and wouldn’t start smelling or attracting pests. That was March of 2009. The bin is full, and I’ve never emptied it. I just throw everything away now. When I’m not too depressed to use a trash can, at least.

So I just gave up. It was easier. The past year has been topsy-turvy, as most of my years are, but I feel like lots of things have changed.

New Hair +New Cat = New Me
Feeling a little depressed one day in March, I went to the local shelter and found Madame Mimsy. She is a cuddler and a grumbler. $800+ in vet bills later and both Ashlie Ann and Madame are happy and healthy.

But I don’t want to write just a personal blog. That’s like super indulgent, right? That’s not going to get my writing noticed or launch a career. I need something hip and cool and attention grabbing. I need to platform, platform, platform.

And then I thought…Fuck it.

I want to blog..about myself. Because I LOVE talking about myself. And some people may find that interesting, but if they don’t, that’s ok. Because right now, need to blogI need something that I have to report to that is not a journal that sits on my bedside. I need to get myself to the page, and I need to write whatever I need to write. So I have no idea what my posts will be about. Maybe inspiration will strike. Probably not.

Whatever. Once a week, I am going to try to be here. Focusing on real stream of consciousness writing to get myself back on track. If you want to stick around and see what this ride will be like. That is  awesome. If not…I forgive you!

Namaste

Planting Passion

Passion long suppressed will always burst and grow one day. While this has not yet happened in my “love life,” I do have hopes for another area.

This past week, even during the holiday, I was chained to my desk trying to be productive. I am not a productive person by nature. Eyes wide-open, I stare off into space and think about all sorts of things: lines of poetry I’ve read or have yet to write, items that have shifted from wants to needs on my wish lists written on scraps of paper littering my desk, the particular shade of blue-purple-grey at a point in the sky. My mind wanders, and sometimes so do I, ending up at the window or in another room without realizing I had moved. In any case, that means tasks that should take 20 minutes take me an hour. So while I did finish a number of projects, it took enormous amounts of time.

Quite a bit of that time was spent ghostwriting 30 freelance articles on the crazy mix of heterosexual relationships, martial arts, and container gardening. Before you get an image of a straight ninja needing advice for his windowsill herb garden, let me assure you the topics were separate. By the time I came out of my work-fog Friday morning, I had decided to have an unproductive day. As I let the cat out so she could inspect the porch, I noticed that my own container garden was looking a little worse for wear. Actually, the pansies filling my three railing-boxes were all flat! My garden was shriveling up and ready to die while I was typing planting advice! Some serious garden time became my priority for the day.

Bereft of a watering can, I make due with a sports bottle. The first round of watering went straight through, trickling onto the neighbors porch (and dog). To relieve the stress on the plants, I trimmed off all of the flowers and buds showing color. Pansies produce more flowers and flower longer if you prune them back on a regular basis. I had already added some slow release fertilizer a few weeks ago, so I didn’t need to worry about that, but I did notice some of the lower leaves were wilted beyond help and yellow. I pulled them off as well to promote airflow around the plants’ bases and prevent conditions ripe for mold.

I have been placing trimmings in a spare box I didn’t plant in this year (ran out of funds) in a makeshift compost heap (I also tossed in two bananas that I just could not bear to trash). Eventually, I would like to compost for real, but that has not hovered near enough to the top of the To-Do list as of yet.

Next, I moved on to my long neglected house plants. Luckily for me, spider plants and heart-leafed philodendrons are damn-near foolproof. However, the white crystals forming on the stems, sides of the pots, and creeping across the top of the soil were ominous. Salt build up. Potted plants need periodic deep waterings to flush out excess salts (which also means they need more nutrients added). I had also neglected to transplant my cutting…for a year! So I hauled everything out onto the porch and set about giving some TLC.

I think what made this even more fun was the fact that I was in my nightgown.

I also rescued my beleaguered basil from over-watering. Basil tends to prefer root watering (place a pot with drainage holes in a bowl of water), and I had dumped too much water in last week since I was in a rush. Of course, basil is another easy-care plant as it likes going dry between waterings.

My lettuce is a hopeless case. I also need to diagnose some nutrient deficiencies across the board. For example, why of two surviving borage seedlings, one is gigantic and the other is so tiny. It’s like the one is a nutrient vampire. My only real success was stringing the philodendron up and away from my munching kitty. I told my sister that you would think after it makes her so sick she would stop eating it. Then my sister reminded me that we often rationalize drinking that last glass of wine, knowing we may be worshiping at the porcelain altar. I just can’t imagine the leaves tasting like a fine bottle of Beaujolais.

I love gardening. Envy creeps down my spine when I see other people’s sunny yards. I do have plenty of space, but until now I have not really utilized it. Most of the flowers I really love tend to be sun plants. I also have no patience for growing things from seed, so budget concerns frequently squash my dreams. But I am planning to buy myself some shade loving climber roses (large pot with freestanding pillar) for my birthday this September. And jujitsu classes. After all, I am turning thirty. Time to start flossing and going to the gym and only doing things I love. Or at least that is my plan: Ninja (check), herb garden (check), heterosexual relationship (um, maybe not that one).

*Note: This blog is meant for edutainment purposes only, and to that end, I may occasionally use some literary license. Also, I am wearing my nightgown right now.

Selling Yourself: Not Just for Prostitutes

The deep, dark grey of winter depression has finally given way to the chilly, but inspired, blue skies of spring (and, of course, as I write this bit of poetry, the sidewalk is suddenly melting outside!). I’m writing again after a terrible round of self-doubt, and as temperatures at last creep above 40 degrees, business is starting to pick up. In more ways than one.

In The Writing Center, I am beginning to see more and more of the finals-inspired panic in the eyes of my students. Yet as the semester is grinding down to an end, development for next year is spinning round and round. It is a dizzy time of year, trying to accommodate the needs of this semester’s students while actively anticipating their needs next year. That is one of the reasons I have been amassing data, to spot trends and areas for improvement.

At the end of March, I attended the Mid-Atlantic Writing Center Association’s annual conference in Newark, Delaware. My poster presentation, entitled “Cultivating Success: Working With Students Who Have Developmental Needs,” was well received, and I learned a great deal from the various sessions I attended, gathering ideas and strategies. I also picked up 18 free books. Not too shabby. It was my first professional conference, which was in itself exciting, but it was also a chance to acquire new skills to make myself more marketable.

I am quickly realizing that, in this miserable economic climate, if I want a job, I have to create it myself. Finding a traditional job seems almost impossible for a wide variety of reasons. So I must become an entrepreneurial, freelancing, freewheeling, money-making kinda gal. Er, woman.

Nevertheless, self-marketing can be a real drain, especially if you have some time devoted to a traditional part-time job. The constant pressure to make sound marketing decisions (not to mention the very real threat of starvation) can become overwhelming. Additionally, the lack of stability that comes with freelancing can lead to depression and worry. Staying up nights worrying if that $80 newspaper ad will net you any new clients doesn’t make more people call, but it is hard not to do. Another challenge can be fear. I think fear is actually my greatest challenge, more so that my new worry of paying car insurance every month. Fear of failure, fear of success, lack of confidence and self-sabotage can be debilitating. I won’t say I’ve overcome all of these obstacles by a long shot, but here are a few of the things I have been working on since my last blog entry so many months ago.

Working the Corner

Thanks to a college friend, Mary Patton, my website is up and running at cranberryjade.com, mind the ongoing construction dust. This site becomes my central hub, my own street corner from which to work. Eventually, from this site, you can read this blog, look at pictures of my travels, see a calendar of my upcoming performances, checkout what classes I will be teaching next, and so much more. With the solid base of a business site under my heels, I can branch out into other neighborhoods.

Moving into the Neighborhood

I have also been working on networking with other people in my area and on-line, so I have spread out into all the major forms of social media: Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, LinkedIn. Several different areas of writing have also opened up such as freelance ghost writing and corporate/legal writing and editing. New projects are also in the works such as teaching creative writing this fall for the new Tri-State Community School of the Arts and sponsoring a scholarship for a student. The three classes I will be offering are Eastern Literary Aesthetics, How to Write a Vampire Story, and Expressing Cultural Ideas through Fairytales, putting that snazzy St. Mary’s education to work! Soon, I will be offering a series of free local sessions on discovering your learning style and how to personalize study tips to meet your learning needs. Additionally, Allegany Arts Council members will soon be able to receive a 10% discount on all of my writing and tutoring services. Look for my upcoming new ads on Craigslist, in the Cumberland Times News, and in area phone books.

So basically, I have combined the three parts necessary (hopefully) for success: what I like doing anyway, what I can do that no one else can do as well, and what people need now. That trifecta is what I am offering (and betting on)!

In a few weeks, I will have more time to focus on my writing and personal business endeavors (interspersed with developing new, integrated yet separate English and writing curricula for the Regional Math Science Center’s Upward Bound summer program, which will have me teaching six classes in June/July). I am looking forward to it. Almost as much as not having to drive a scooter in thunderstorms anymore!

*Note: This blog is meant for edutainment purposes only, and to that end, I may occasionally use some literary license. Moreover, the use of the word prostitute is not meant in a derogatory sense. The author understands sex work is a difficult job, particularly if you have a latex allergy.


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