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So I’m Not a Writer After All…

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I realized I promised to write more often here, but it has been an amazing and busy month. I have:

  • Spent 5 of the past 6 days at two separate conferences for 10+ hours a day
  • Decided on (yet another) major career shift – twice
  • Picked a date and location for our wedding
  • Hired an assistant
  • Kept my normal life running all the while :)

The wedding details I’ll post once we confirm a few more things, but it’s been work that has had me by the horns mostly. It started because we have a client who needs to write a book. I was introduced to an expert ghostwriter (someone who crafts books based on someone else’s story who is too busy/not a writer) and I decided that I wanted to explore ghostwriting. That led to an official mentorship with this guy and attendance at his conference, Marketing With a Book, this past Saturday and Sunday.

Much of that event was aimed at telling all the authors in the room how to market their books, with some speakers talking about my area of expertise, online marketing. Of course, I couldn’t help but pipe up here and there with my opinions and advice. I got such a great response that many of the attendees want to hire my services and I was asked to be a speaker at the next iteration of the conference. Cool, no? But that short weekend also did something else – it made me realize that I don’t want to ghostwrite books for a living.

Turns out, I’m actually more of a communicator than a writer. The more I really examine my love for words, the more I realize that my burning passion is for teaching, rather than writing (as the absence of posts here attests). I had SUCH a great time sharing what I know in that room that I raced home and Ted & I decided that we’re going to start a seminar series to teach what we know. Yay! So I went from being an online marketer to a possible ghostwriter to a marketing educator in the span of about 2 days.Whew!

Thankfully, my new assistant Justine started work just in time to give me someone to lean on. She’s great and a lifesaver so far. She was chugging away at some client stuff when I packed up my conference bag again and headed to the Online Marketing Summit Tuesday morning. I had a great time meeting people and selling/ getting input on my new marketing educator spin. In fact, my head is spinning with all the conversations and education I got while I was there – three solid days with three tracks of learning going on simultaneously and marketers from all over the world. I literally met people from Norway, Australia, New Zealand, and all over Europe and of course the US. Their travel stories made me glad I only had to travel to a local hotel!

Anyway, I’m looking forward to a LAZY weekend with friends and fun and no work. Just one more day of meetings and catch-up and I can relax! Although even my relaxing this weekend looks a little busy: Early dinner with my favorite neighbors tonight (Vietnamese Pho, yum!) then a CD release party for a good friend who’s been in the studio forever on this one. Saturday we’re accompanying the favorite neighbors and their dog-obsessed children to the local dog show – I think their heads might explode. Scott’s too, as he’s been dying to get a dog lately. Sunday is brunch with a good friend we haven’t seen in ages, then the monthly 30th on 30th (well, it will be the 28th on 30th street, but no one’s worried about that) for a repeat of last month’s progressive dinner and a one-month (almost) toast to our getting engaged.

I think that should put me in the mood to get back to work on Monday, don’t you?

An Engagement Story

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Via The Sweeterie at http://www.trufflegirls.com

Anyone who’s talked to me in the last few weeks months knows that I’ve been so excited about the likelihood of a certain question from a certain guy.

The “serious conversations” started in early 2009, and on a lovely morning in July when he played hooky from work to take me to breakfast, he asked my ring size. Eek! I was so excited! Was it ready at the shop, just waiting to be sized? Or was this the first thought in a longer process? My imagination ran wild.

And the waiting began. Waiting. Patiently As patiently as I could. Trying not to ask leading questions. After a few weeks, I decided that it would probably be a while and focused on other things, like Scott moving in, new businesses and business partners.

But as the holidays rolled around, I knew that I was going to go out-of-control crazy with the excitement – I mentioned that if it wasn’t going to be a “very special Christmas” that he might want to let me know, so that I wouldn’t actually go crazy with the waiting. He said he had nothing to tell me and I hopped around like a little bird, excited that the wait was almost over.

We flew to my parents’ on Christmas Day, and as we went through airport security, Scott asked me to go in the next line, “to see which one was faster.” At first I resisted but then clued in – there’s a ring in his pocket!- and went my own way. Hilariously, my bag was the one turned inside out and searched. I’m sure that’s what he had been worried about when he got me out of view.

Anyway, that put me over the edge – I knew he had it with him and it was only a matter of time. Christmas Day went by. New Year’s Eve. A romantic lunch at theĀ  Modern Art Museum. Dinner out just the two of us. Nothing. Patience is not one of my virtues, not by a long shot, and after we’d been back home for a week I finally broke down and accused him of enjoying this painful torture. I’m pretty sure I used those words. And he started laughing, laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. Turns out there had been a little mishap with the ring, and it had to be repaired – he was waiting, just like me.

January 30th rolled around, and we decided to take part in the first 30th on 30th small bites restaurant crawl, and our friends and neighbors Chris and Alex joined us at Urban Solace, with their two boys. I was so busy having fun I forgot to be hopeful. The evening went on and found us home on the back patio under the fairy lights drinking Pinot at my little red cafe table. He stood up, pulled me close, and started to drop to one knee. I instinctively pulled him back up and said, “You don’t have to do that – we’re equals!” Not what I had planned, it just came out.

Anyway, he asked, I said yes. He designed the ring himself and said that it represented us, “separate but one.” Pure poetry, if you ask me. I am so, so happy.

The end. Or the Beginning, I suppose :)