One of the perks of living in LA (and I have to admit that there aren’t many) is that I get to meet famous people.
Okay, maybe meet is a strong word. I get to notice famous people, as they live their lives and our paths occasionally cross. And it’s the strangest thing, because you see someone, and you’re thinking “I know this person,” but then, after you’ve been staring at them for an uncomfortable period of time, you realize, no, you don’t actually know this person, you just recognize their face from your favorite TV show or something. Then you feel kind of like an idiot for staring. Then you tweet about the famous person standing next to you. Then you go on about your day.
But sometimes I actually do get to meet said famous people, either because my guy is working with them, or their kid plays on the same soccer team as ours. And sometimes you actually get to know them a bit. Which leads me to my latest news – I have my first celebrity ghost-blogging gig!
I just turned in my first post, and I actually enjoyed working with him(her?) quite a bit (can’t give you any hints as to who it is or I wouldn’t be a very good ghost blogger now would I?). I hope this turns into a long-term, reoccurring assignment, because it really was fun to write. No offense to the executives I ghost blog for (not that I think any of them actually read my blog), but writing for a celebrity is much more fun. They have pretty glamorous lives.
As much as I enjoy bashing LA, I have to admit, I never would have made the connection that landed me this project if I lived in, say, Portland. So I guess I’ll have to take that into consideration from now on (but I still miss the REAL stars).
I think social media is making me tense. I’ve been working on integrating my Twitter, Facebook and Google+ feeds onto the G+ platform, but I can’t ditch my Hootsuite just yet because I have all my client accounts there and I’m much more comfortable with that interface. Also, my favorite part of Hootsuite, the Hootlet app, doesn’t seem to want to work with Chrome. I feel like I spend hours every day not only checking with all my SM friends, but trying to iron out kinks in my system. And all the while I am painfully aware that I am not writing.
Social media is important to me. It’s a great way to keep connected, especially as a writer who hardly ever leaves the house. I enjoy it, usually, but over the last ten days it is definitely making me tense.
The tension, along with struggling through a second draft of the novel, makes me crabby and short tempered. Yes, it’s true that my daughter is going through a particularly tantrum-rich period and the little guy has started crawling and getting into everything, but snapping at them really doesn’t help anything. I knew I was being awful, but I couldn’t seem to shake the cranky.
Until this morning. Little guy woke me up at 5:30 and I popped out of bed like it was nothing. I was all smiles and cheer when my girl got up around 7 (which is WAY sleeping in for her). It took me a couple hours to realize why the sudden change – it was my writing group.
Last night my writing group met (well, three of our five met – the other two are on vacation), and it was so good to sit and have a few hours of real conversation. It changed my whole attitude. The whole thing is making me realize that while social media is great, there is no substitute for face time with other humans.
So I’m setting a goal to tend my real life social network. At least once a week I will go to lunch with a writer friend, or meet someone somewhere for drinks after the kids are asleep. I have some pretty awesome friends, and I don’t see enough of them, so this resolution should be easy to keep.
If you happen to be one of said awesome friends, holler. We’ll do lunch.
It was only about four years ago that I didn’t blog, didn’t have a website, and assumed that tweeting was something you did late in the evening, usually at a club. Then a friend (Brian McGakin – whose book, “Broetry
As I stepped further and further into the world of social media I was reminded every bit of the way of a line in “Fight Club,” where Ed Norton’s character says “No matter what happens in life, I’ve go that couch thing taken care of.”
I thought, every time I embraced a new social media tool, that I was finally done. And this attitude held for a long time, but something happened this weekend that made me realize how I’ve changed.
I read an article in the newspaper (I was at my in-laws house – they still get a real daily periodical, and I love browsing it), about a new iPhone app and I ran for my phone to download it. I then spent a few hours playing with it, and then it hit me – I love this stuff.
I love Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, Hootsuite, and all the many, many apps I have on my phone. I’ve written blogs on all kinds of platforms, and attended seminars on how to make the most of social media. I read articles about it. I think about it in the shower. I can’t wait for the next cool thing.
And here I thought Daniel was the official family nerd.
Step aside, my love.
As a part of my freelance work (which has been mostly writing website content and other marketing material), I’ve recently begun ghost writing social media campaigns. I was reluctant to get into it, because I see myself as a writer, not a professional tweeter, but I have to say I’m really loving it.
I’m thinking of expanding my self-promotion on this front by revising my website with a new page to advertise my services, but to do that I feel I need to be able to quantify what a good social media campaign does for a client. Right now the vibe I get out there in the business world is that companies feel they need a social media presence because they “just do.” A lot of them, however, don’t want to deal with stepping into this new way of promoting their endeavors. It seems that most of them are much happier to pay someone to manage it for them.
So my challenge is to make a good argument as to why they need me. More than “just because.” And I think I’ve discovered a new tool I can use to support my personal pitch. I recently signed up for Hootsuite to streamline all the Twitter and Facebook accounts I manage, and they have a function where you can create a report about how many people click through to your site as a result of your Tweets/posts. If I can create a few of these (using my current clients, anonymously of course) I can at least argue that my work brings eyeballs to a website.
The question then becomes: how do I quantify increased profits resulting from that increased web traffic, particularly when dealing in service industries, not online retailers. I need to do more research on this. It’s something I’m very curious about. If anyone out there know a good source for info on this, tweet me.
As I mentioned, I went down to the WordCamp conference in Orange County last week, which meant leaving the kids and hubby for two nights.
Aside from the fact that time away from the baby is kind of tough while nursing (for the uninitiated I won’t go into the details of breast pumping, but the moms out there who’ve used one know what I’m talking about when I say UHG), I was really looking forward to a little time away.
Grown up time. Nobody crying, needing my attention, or spilling anything. Every mom should get the occasional day or two off, and I was really enjoying it, but it’s so bitter sweet these days.
I sped through security with my roll-aboard, took my time in the little stall of the bathroom without worrying my daughter was making a break for it, and even had a beer with my refrigerator sushi, because, hey, I wasn’t nursing any time soon. But within the hour I actually began missing my little Cling-ons.
It was a strange, visceral longing. I didn’t actually miss parenting, per se. Parenting is ridiculously hard most of the time. What I missed was the feeling of my family. My daughter’s blond fro tickling my face, curling up next to my guy at night, the way my baby nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck right after he spits up all down the back of my shirt. These were the things I missed. The physical sensations of being close to the people I love. The longing just kind of hovered in my mind. Not overwhelming, just kind of always there.
Well, for better or worse, it was only a two day trip. I kept thoughts of those three precious souls in my heart, and let the rest of my body just relax for about 30 hours. It’s true what they say – absence does make the heart grow fonder.
I went to Word Camp Orange County this weekend. A conference all about WordPress. Super nerdy. Super fun. And I learned a lot.
I went because the company I’m working for (Tripepi Smith & Associates) does a lot of work in WordPress. I’m writing content for them, and the boss wanted me to be able to navigate WordPress so that I could post the content for clients myself.
Well, mission accomplished. I feel absolutely able to work with WordPress now. In addition to some basic WordPress-specific skill seminars I also attended talks on SEO, Content Creation and one titled “Social Media and Social Change” (this one gave me some great ideas for my soon to be launched “Digging Deep” website inspired by the Month Without Monsanto project – I’ll be bloggin more about that soon).
More than anything the day sparked a shift in my head. Until now, I’ve seen every upgrade in technology as a final step. I signed up for Twitter and thought “okay, finally, I’m all up to date, I can relax now.” Then came Twetdeck and I had to muster the energy to try the new technology. Then my boss suggested Hootsuite, which I resisted at first, but now I love.
After listening to the WCOC geeks all day I feel like I’ve come to a new understanding that this is a continual evolution. It won’t ever stop, and though that is in some ways daunting, as long as I can keep flexible and evolve along with the technology, I can (without too much trouble) keep up.
So I’m thinking I’m going to attend the Word Camp in LA in September, too. I think I will probably attend as often as I can. It was a great event. Really well organized. Even the box lunch was delicious. The only thing it was lacking was coffee. I mean, seriously. In a room full of programmers and writers, how on earth can it be okay to put the coffee away at 10am?