Apart from a few minor issues that I need to finish addressing, my freelance gig is complete. The site is done, the client knows how to update it, and I’ve been paid for my work. Now the trick is to get Chelsea Tipton‘s website to come up first in the Google rankings for a search on his name, instead of being stuck on the second page of results.
Now that I have one project in the bag (or I will very shortly), I can contemplate my next project: moving and redesigning my blog.
And after that’s done, I have a laundry list of projects that will literally never end. Not until I’m dead.
Minor things like editing home videos and outputting them to DVD. Major things like finishing a novel or two. Mundane things like getting my fucking desk clean once and for all. Pragmatic things like updating my resume and portfolio. Creative things like songwriting, or photography, or scrapbooking. Oh, Lordy, the scrapbooking. I haven’t even finished scrapbooking our honeymoon, and we celebrated our 5th anniversary this past May.
Whenever I hear someone say they need a hobby, I want to invite them to have one of mine. I have more than I’ll ever use up.