There isn’t going to be any business advice or funny stories about my cat in this post. I know you’ve got more important things to be doing right now than reading my rambles.

This is just a note to say thanks. Thank you for reading my blogs (any of them), admiring my artwork, laughing at my silly emails, and sticking with me as I build and define my own creative business.

Thank you for inspiring me. Thank you for making wonderful things I buy and stick in my home or give away to friends. Thank you for sharing your talents and gifts. Thank you for being you.

I hope you have an relaxing holiday, filled with family, friends and food galore. I hope you can take the time to step back, take a breath, and be proud of what you’ve achieved this year. I know I am.

Here’s to 2011 – a year of adventures, challenges and some of the most exciting writing projects to date! To 2012 and whatever challenges it’s going to thrust at me, I say “Bring it the fuck on!”

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I am shit with email.

There is no sugar-coating that baby, no making excuses or blaming it on the cat. I am shit with email. I come home from work, all ready to write my little heart out for the evening, and there it is, that seething bulk of communication, and I am grateful for every single item that comes into my inbox - new albums for me to download, guest posting, client enquiries, press releases from strange and weird places, ad requests for Gothic Wedding Planner, replies from editors about pitches, newsletters … – so I, in my excitement, read them all, think “I’ll reply to that later, when I’ve given it some thought,” file it away in a folder, and promptly forget that I need to reply to it.

Sometimes I look at that counter that says “54 new emails” and I go and listen to my husband’s band practice, instead.

I frequently leave people hanging for days – sometimes even weeks. I accidentally delete things. I send emails and forget to attack stuff. I send enormous files without noticing. I am a bad, bad emailler. 

If there were email gods, they would smite me where I stand.

The first thing that I wanted to say was that if you’ve been a victim of my email-suckyness, I apologise. I am so, so, so sorry. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m an unorganised, scatterbrained hazard to myself.

The second thing I want to say is that it’s going to change.

Read On…