God, I vanish for a few, okay 6, months and look what happens, spam comments, which have been deleted and a whole freakin new typepad set-up that I know nothing about. Oh well, time to move on. As in, I want to get out of the office but EVERY year at this time I am torn between thinking I should be doing SOMETHING for a client and the fact that nobody else seems to be doing much of anything at work except probably like me, thinking about getting the hell out of the office. The guilt factor, people, the guilt factor...and of course, there's always SOMEONE who has SOMETHING that they want you do at the last minute, for christssake.
But overall there is a kind of stillness out there that is just begging me to respond. I have shopping to do, you know.
This year was a frazzled combination of wonderful and truly hideous. Two more control issue/money issue clients came along - please, do everyone, not the least of which would be yourself, a huge favor --if you are an author with these issues, just do not hire me. It's miserable - for you, for me, for the world.
Lot's of lovely clients also came around. I can't mention them all right now, but one whose initials are the same as mine will forever be dear to my heart.