tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31790104707936110302012-02-16T06:50:15.029-06:00Don't miss a thing.Kristin Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05890080499553433621noreply@blogger.comBlogger221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179010470793611030.post-36965277206080516932009-04-29T16:40:00.003-05:002009-04-29T16:43:25.027-05:00

Twitter is exposed.I stumbled across this blog, and now I finally have the words to express to everyone who asks me exactly what Twitter is and what it can do. If you have had the same problem, go here:http://mellonco.com/blog/and you'll find the solution. :)

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Getting started freelancing is tough. Especially when you don't have the patience to, well, be patient. In my case, trying to build business while maintaining a full-time job is proving to be more difficult each day, so I'm constantly looking for good advice from people who have been there, done that. Earlier in the year, I was sure that every single writing professional was determined to keep

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Okay, I’ll jump on board with the whole Twitter thing. I think it’s great for networking purposes and sharing an occasional thought or link to something you found interesting. I’ll tell you what I won’t do, though, and that’s post every single little thought that passes through my head, including what I ate for lunch, how my stomach felt after that lunch, and what I’m doodling on my notepad at

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I know it's been a while since I've posted... some of my creative outlets were cut off at work... and on top of that my workload has increased threefold. I know, it's a good thing, right? It is. But I also know that I feel like I've been cut off from an entire world of people I don't even know by not having access to Twitter and this blog site during the day. It's a hindrance to my personal

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So you know that sales position I referred to earlier? Well, turns out that sales position has been turned into a hybrid sales/writing position. That changes everything.If I have to compromise a little of my ultimate goal for a while to get a better feel for the magazine industry and meet the people who could put me ahead, then it's totally worth it. When you add the writing element to sales, it

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Sales. Selling. Salesmen. Outgoing. Rejection. Quick responses.The profession has never been my objective. I’m shy; only comfortable around those I know well. I developed a new respect for the art of sales when I first met my husband. At the time, he was a national account manager for a well-known local company. It was long hours, a lot of traveling, and many heated conversations, most involving

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I’m a pretty inquisitive person. I like to know what’s going on in the world around me, and I like to know how I’ll be affected by the economy. Recently I’ve had more questions than answers, and last week I decided I was fed up with not understanding one issue in particular: life insurance. It just so happens that my husband, Paul, is an agent with The New York Life firm here in Wichita, and

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Maybe it's the joy in my renewed motivation to achieve my career goals. Maybe it's the Hope glinting in everyone's eyes as of Jan 20, 2009. Maybe it's that my horoscope for today says: Positive energy is all around you now, and it's protecting you from any bad energy. Maybe it's a combination of these things that has caused me to stop and be thankful for the elements of my life that let me

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Although "Freelance Writing" is technically half of my profession, I'm wondering what it will take to make it my full-time career. It takes a lot of self-promoting, and recently I've discovered hundreds of others who are aiming to do the exact same thing. In the midst of this realization, I came across some soul-searching questions. Once I break into the industry, how much monetary potential is

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Let me just say this about my Celine Dion concert experience this past weekend: I can't believe I don't have pictures. My friend and I decided (for once) to abide by the rules and not take our cameras into the Sprint Center for fear of having them taken away. NO ONE EVEN CHECKED! We were so close- the 13th row; I could see every expression on her face. The worst part is that everyone else

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My dog is trained to get the newspaper from the end of the driveway every morning. But it's more her thing than mine; I then set it on the counter top and forget about it. There are four years between my husband and I, and in the realm of relationships that might not seem like a lot, but when you look at the generational wall standing between us our media preferences become clear. I am a

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I just love her. I don't think anything else needs to be said.

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In years past, the idea of staying home on New Year's Eve was preposterous. It meant you were missing out on the most fabulous happenings including pictures that would be passed around and posted everywhere, and you'd be disdainfully excluded from any and all nostalgic conversation regarding smooches at midnight. It was the worst thing that could happen to you. Back in the day.The last time I

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So, it's here again. The beginning of a new year always prompts us to set goals and ultimately better ourselves. I don't know about everyone else, but I rarely spend time reflecting on the goals, or resolutions, if you will, I've set in the past. I always feel good around January when I'm motivated and determined to make some headway on my path to sucess, but it's not uncommon to have completely

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To all of us ladies out there who love NFL football: Hell yea! I have been a Denver Bronco's loving lady for years and years. I give credit to my dad since he's been a fan since the beginning of time. But as I grew up and developed my own likes and dislikes, the Broncos remained one of my stronger likes and I'm now a full-fledged super-fan. I don't know the responsibilities of every single

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Even though I've learned a lot from my husband since he has been in the corporate world four years longer than I have, there are still those things you can't really learn until you experience them for yourself.I worked in a small physical therapy clinic for about three years while I was finishing up j-school, and because there were so few of us in the office, I never had to worry about "rumors"

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“Welcome open heart. No better time than now. Welcome to our family. We dream in the sticks. We rehearse where the busses don't run. We eat and sleep late in the same little spaces. We search with you. We want to travel with you. Angel and Devil. Getting comfortable with grey. No more us vs. them. The only truths we've found so far are rhythm, melody, energy and kindness. Push us. We're going to

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I heard about Miranda before I met her, and I had all these preconceptions about what I thought she’d be like. None of the things I’d heard had been remotely negative- so of course I thought she was too good to be true. Maybe she had some big obvious flaw. They said she was a singer/songwriter from Wichita trying to make it in Nashville. I thought she’d be a brave soul. They said she was

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KFDI Listener Appreciation Show at Koch Arena- Wichita, KansasI don’t consider myself a country fanatic, but I’ll admit: I do have a couple pre-sets in my car tuned to country stations. Occasionally I break into song…And I know all the words to every Tanya Tucker song… Ahem, sorry. I’m by no means a red neck woman, but I certainly wanted to bust out the cowboy boots after my experience at the

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I barely remember how to get to my gym anymore. Rather, it’s not that I’ve forgotten how to get there; it’s the fact that I can think of a million other things I'd rather be doing and it's been so long I'm sure they wouldn't even recognize me at the front desk anymore. Between starting a new full-time job, working freelance for a local magazine, and managing my first year of marriage, I've been

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By Kristin Wemmer’03 I heard my mom’s voice wafting from the kitchen, telling me breakfast was ready as I nervously put on my high school uniform for the first time. Well, at least my mom thought it was the first time. She didn’t know I’d spent at least an hour the night before trying it on and adjusting it so I’d look exactly like everybody else on my first day of high school. But

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