Monday, March 28, 2011
Chezz. De Marketingz.
I'm obsessed with the woman, Gloria, in Modern Family. All the time we've had our little dog, we've talked for him. Yes, I know this is a ridiculous notion, and I'm sure we're the only ones who have vocalized the thoughts of their pet. NOT. But I will, however, say that we are probably the only ones who vocalize the thoughts of their pet with a thick accent that sounds exactly like the woman, Gloria, in Modern Family.
(This is all alluding to the title of this particular blog, which should be pronounced exactly as it is written, and then it will sound like you're saying "Yes, the marketings" in a thick accent.)
I stopped in to finally meet Brenda today, in real life. Brenda is my editor for the byline I have in The Good Neighbor News. I've been writing for her since December, I believe, and we've never met in person until today. She knew exactly who I was when I walked through the door, though, so that was pretty cool. My daughter and I chatted with her for about ten minutes, then took off to finish the rest of our errands.
The marketing is difficult. I dislike using all of this 'social network' stuff in general, but it's rather tedious to post, and repost, and link things, and check links, and I just want to write. I just want to WRITE! You know? It's frustrating. This mirrors the whole Amanda Hocking article I read, the one my Very Good Friend Bill sent to me. I wonder if my angst about marketing will also lead me to a $2 Million dollar book deal. That would be totally worth it, I think.
I'm on my way outside to burn things. Fire makes me happy.
There's got to be something wrong with me.