One of the greatest things about the web, and friends, is that they can be brutally honest. I like that. I am that. And, oh boy. I feel like I just got caught with my panties around my ankles.
First, I spent 1/2 the day with Caterina Rando talking about being an expert in your space. Good stuff. Caterina is doing some very interesting things with multi-author books. But I digress. (Go explore Caterina’s world here.)
Second, I ran into an old friend. It was lovely.
Third, I opened my mouth. This can be where the trouble starts.
Seems I was in rare form, sharing my very high opinion about branding for small business. Yes, well, I’ve been doing this quite a long time, you see. Even if you only know me as the blanket lady, one of the reasons I was able to license that brand, was because, well, I love to design brands. (Are you getting this? It helps if you know about my ability to speak with absolute authority on things I know nothing about like I am a tenured Harvard professor. It’s charming, really.)
Now, back to the web and the friend.
About 30 minutes ago I am at my desk, minding my own business and an email pops into my inbox. Oooh. A comment on my blog. Cool.
Yeah, well. Friends. Seems my friend HH decided to cruise me online tonight. I am flattered. Until he points out that he can’t find any contact info on most of my sites. Dang it. He’s RIGHT.
Ok, look. I have reasons. One isn’t really my site…. one is well, my personal blog, so back off! And, seriously Kristen, walk your talk sister.
So, I am heading home to eat a little, update my sites, and fall on my sword.
XOXOX HH
Me.
