Out of the mouths of babes...

The following conversation took place as my family and I were leaving my grandmother's apartment building on the last day of our recent visit to Winnipeg...

Son:  Mommy, why are you crying?

Me: Oh, well... I am just going to miss Great-grandma because we are going home. I would really like to put her in my purse, but she won't fit and that makes me sad.

Son: Or you are upset because you are afraid that Great-grandma is going to die soon.

Me: Or it could be that.

Hmmmm... so much for protecting my kids from my sadness. For the record, the Son in this story is 7-years-old.

It has been too long

As I look back over my blog posts - all nine of them - I am simultaneously shocked and dismayed. I am shocked because I cannot believe that I have actually written (and published) nine blog posts. I am dismayed because I cannot believe that I have only written (and published) nine blog posts. Prolific I am not... clearly.

I am about to embark on a new phase of my life, however, one that requires that I get a whole heck of a lot more prolific and fast! I am (finally?) stepping out into the consulting world with the intention of helping people get clear on their marketing and publicity needs. I hope to reach everyone from small and solo entrepreneurs to creative and professional self-publishers. This means that I need to get wordy, pithy, but most of all out there - PRONTO.

Although I am what some would call extremely outgoing, under the out-spoken and joking exterior hides a very introverted gal. I may have mentioned this before, but I secretly yearn to be a librarian roaming the stacks, applying order and organization, and immersing myself in the silent consumption of a good (or even a bad) book. To be putting my thoughts and opinions out on display for all the world to see is, well, shocking and not just a little bit intimidating and scary. I have never been called a coward before, but there you have it.

It is now Put-Up or Shut-Up time... yikes!