It’s 2:40pm and I’m sitting in a coffeeshop. We won’t discuss why, okay? If you’re on twitter, I tweeted about it. (are those the appropriate verbages?). And I might have no minutes, or I might have an abundance, I’m not sure, so might as well hammer out a post for this evening, right? Since I have two other posts to write for another blog, and then, maybe, I should you know, write some more of the damn novel.
So, various not-so-important items on the agenda…
Blog design: Have you seen all of the changes this one’s gone through, design-wise? Seems like I’m flipping and sitting up until 3am retweaking it, every four weeks or so. But, I’m going to learn it, like the back of my hand, this coding business that goes along with design concepts. And I want guinea pigs. So, five people - four of which have spoken up, so really one more person - will get new designs, if they want em. Anyone interested? Update: Five people, five blogs, five guinea pigs. This is going to be fun!
Advertising: I’m going to try an experiment, since I loved what Rachel did in October so much. I’m going to donate all of Mommy is Moody’s ad revenue to a charity each month, for the next three months, beginning in December. I’ll also be throwing a button in the sidebar once we’re live, with a direct link to the charity of the month, so that should you click through, you could donate too and steal said button and look all giving and stuff. Regardless, I want people talking about this. Not me, but that all they have to do to help, is click on over here. December’s charity will be something in regards to suicide prevention. I’ll tell y’all why a little later on.
Words: Also in relation to advertising, I have another favour to ask. After those three initial months of ad revenue displacement, I’m going to be looking for private advertisers. And this is where you come in – I want to put up a page for wooing. And on this page, I want to include your opinion. Yes, I’m asking for a testament, of sorts – why you read and comment, what it is that might make this place a little special. I feel god awful asking for it – like I’m asking for ego strokes. But yeah, it’s genius, and I know a few women that it’s been golden for. Remember, the more ads I can get up, the more money we can give away. If you want to contribute any words, please email me.
Business closed. But let me leave you with this, the most descriptive photo of Isobel, ever:
