Anew

Dear friends, even I got depressed by that last post, and I decided to delete the melodramatic ramblings of a sleep deprived mother.  Thank you to those of you who left such caring and thoughtful comments.  Lurve you all!

I am no longer employed at my blogging job, which brings sadness because I truly enjoyed working there.  I lasted about five and half years, which is about three and a half years longer than Hubba-hubba ever thought it would.  He didn't see blogging as a sustainable business model, and even though my former boss was one of the few who could make a profit from blogging, the economy had other ideas.  I am grateful to him, though, for giving me a chance to work for him and allowing me to actually make some money for something I would gladly do for free.

So, here I am.

I will probably begin blogging back here more often, because I just can't help but write. 

Keeping up there and here was just too much, but now that there is not there any longer, expect to see me 'round these parts a heck of a lot more than once every three months.

Comments

Anvilcloud said…
Works for me but perhaps not the best for you.
5:38 AM
Awesome Mom said…
Boo about loosing your other blogging gig but yay for being over here more often.
3:04 PM
Mama Up! said…
Well, saw your post over at Teeny - and of course then I had to email Twistie. Sad day for me, in a way, even though I left a while back.
4:59 PM
J said…
I never loved Teeny, I much prefer hearing about real life you stuff. So yay for me!
7:51 PM
Ted said…
Congrats on blogging again! Sucks about losing income, though. Hopefully, you'll find another gig soon.
1:09 PM
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