I am three hours from out the door to Ouray, Colorado for my annual girl’s trip to the Betty Ice Ball and I haven’t packed. There is the remnant of a zit the size of the Dominican Republic on my right cheek and I’m still sitting in my workout clothes, mildly soggy with sweat (ew). I horked a bowl of hot cereal, cleaned-up Small Dog’s pee present, took out the trash and recycling and am currently washing the dog beds because they smell like 6 shades of canine ass.
But my Bitch Slap this week? It’s a thank you.
I’m a paid columnist for ToyWithMe and put out a column each Thursday called Dear Redhead. Paul and Sandy are incredible to have as clients and they’ve always let me feel my way and talk about what I want. For the past two weeks, though, we’ve tried something different: letting me rant. It’s a talent (my mother will substantiate), but I had to figure out HOW to rant for their readership…and mine.
When people hire you to write an online column, they’re bringing you on board for your voice, style and existing audience. My @RedheadWriting audience is a delightful mixture of local Denver flavor, snark and professional insights. My @DearRedhead following developed into a sex kitten with NSFW content. Fuck – how did I bring the two worlds together?
We chatted, we strategized. We needed to change the format, but—to what? I went to the mat and said: let me try something. Please. And they did. The tactic? My brand of purpose-driven snark coupled with current events – shit that incensed, inspired and or/infuriated me. I sat down and…I wrote.
And I got a Bitch Slap: be who you are and do what it is you do best.
Traffic on my Dear Redhead column exploded, my followers exploded on both Twitter accounts, Facebook Fans of Redhead Writing upped almost 100 in a week (and still rolling) and…I’m happy. And ToyWithMe.com is happy. And my readers – well, they’re happy. The first column on Proposition 8 was picked-up by multiple blogs across the web and this week’s on the Superbowl/Tim Tebow/Anti-Abortion snafu is rolling in comments and hella Retweet action even a day later. Shelly Kramer even gave me a shout out in her piece today on the Superbowl advertising issue.
I went back to what it is that I do best and got a little smackdown that reminded me why I ever did it in the first place.
Who you are is precious, whether you’re a fucking idiot or a flaming queen…staunch conservative or blazing liberal…helicopter pilot or train conductor. Embrace YOU and stop leaving YOU behind. If people want to be in your life, hire you…stand next to your fire…bring them into your realm on YOUR terms. And listen to the people in your life who are telling you that perhaps you’re straying from YOU. Take a moment, reel it in and get back to the basics. It all begins with you.
I write for a living, yet it still never ceases to astonish me that people read what I write. People I’ve never MET read what I write. It’s like – OMG….SERIOUSLY? Tell someone that you appreciate what they do today…appreciate who they are and what they bring to the table. We need those people – and they need us. Symbiosis…ah. The most delicious sting of a Bitch Slap.
Seriously. Thank you.