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  • And the rain just keeps coming

    It’s been raining for days.

    Not that I’m complaining; not when the tanks are filling up and there are puddles covering the paddock, making the ducks happy. Not when the garden is thriving and the grass has gone a pretty green colour, as the raindrops sparkle in the light. Not when the sky is darkly dramatic and interesting to watch.

    Still, it has been raining for days and being a country girl, it feels like it should be an auspicious start to May and the middle of Autumn, the season of hot soups and hot water bottle nights.

    The trees have dropped their leaves and stand bare naked, inhabited by crows in the early morning light as we drive Amy to school. Birds nests stand out in stark relief against the sky as I wonder about stopping and photographing them, before the rain falls down ever harder and I huddle inside my jacket in the slightly steamy warmth of the car.

    And it continues to rain.

    I dream of my grandmother nearly every night and wake up with a headache and scratchy eyes, damp patches on my pillow. I watch her die, again and again, before dreaming that she is alive and all is well again.

    I replay old scenarios in my head, the post death fallout that I was subjected to and wonder that it has the power to hurt me all over again.

    Anne Lamott tweets:

    If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should’ve behaved better.

    And I hold onto that when I contemplate writing essays about things that hurt, in an attempt to lance the wounds that fester. Yes, I’m angry with you. I’m still angry with you – all of you.

    In the middle of all of this, the fetus continues to grow, while I wait for the end of winter. Her birth will herald the coming of my spring and I cannot wait.

    In the meantime, it continues to rain.

  • Why you shouldn’t sell your blog space for peanuts

    I’ve been blogging for a long time now and slowly, with the rise of mummyblogging in Australia, I’ve found myself on the lists that PR companies seem to share around. This means that I get offered some things that are interesting, a bunch of stuff that is totally unsuitable and have my inbox regularly filled with press releases that appear to want me to regurgitate them here for my readers.

    But here’s the thing:

    This space is not free.

    Sure, it’s only pixels on a computer screen and so therefore, if I decide that I love your charity/business/company and want to promote you for nothing, then I can.

    However.

    This space was built on trust capital. My trust capital, to be precise. My readers visit because I give them something that they’re looking for. Maybe that’s escapism, or an amusing story, or a diatribe about facebook. For whatever reason, visitors trust that the posts I put up here will contain good value.

    I’ve noticed recently a decline in high-value items for review. I’m not bemoaning this, I’m just stating it as fact. Instead of items that I will actually use, I’m being offered $15 kids shoes that I could buy myself, or cereal, or small value items that can be sent out cheaply and easily.

    It’s a natural evolution of things really; it’s easier to send 50 bloggers a small item than it is to send 5 bloggers a decent trial selection of product. Mass marketing at its finest.

    It’s nice to receive a few products in the mail that my children will eat or drink, something that I may decide to buy myself later on down the track.

    But I can’t seem to bring myself to write 200 words about a product that costs less than $10. In fact, the latest thing that arrived in the mail had a dollar value total of $6 and I was left wondering: Is this what I’ve sold my soul for?

    Sure, the product is great. The company is fantastic and one I’ve supported in the past. But I can’t get past being expected to promote something through my social media channels that I could have bought for the cost of a cup of coffee.

    I offer a sponsored post option here on Sleepless Nights. It’s in my media kit and while some businesses are hesitant to pay real money (but it’s so expensive, can’t we just have an in-post link that stays on your blog forever and ever for $40?), others have seen the value of dealing with engaged readers and have paid up promptly. It’s this that makes me so hesitant to sell my space for peanuts.

    And, I don’t think you should be devaluing yourself like that either. Giving away a $5 gift voucher, or writing about a food item that is worth less than a sandwich at the local bakery, it’s a bit ridiculous. You are worth more than a $10 product, and so is your trust capital.

    Sure, it’s your blog and you can do whatever you like with it.

    But if you sell your soul for peanuts to begin with, don’t expect businesses to start paying you anything more later on down the track.

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    ETA:

    The ever lovely Zoey and I were discussing this earlier in the week and she’s got things to say about not selling your space for nothing too. You can read about her thoughts here.

  • Watching the weather come in.

    Watching the weather come in

    Also seen while outside freezing my nipples off: a murmuration of starlings.

  • FINALLY, a Mother’s Day gift

    I’ve been a mother for nearly six years now and I’ve never received anything for Mother’s Day. I should scream and wail about this fact (and I’ve been known to), but Nathan is hopeless at gift buying and I accept this.

    Last year was the worst year, as I expected to receive at least a token item that Amy had made for Mother’s Day, plus a little something from the school Mother’s Day stall – only Nathan didn’t hide the present well enough and Amy ate my chocolates and the dog ate the handmade necklace and card.

    I may have been a little grumpy about this.

    Okay, I was a lot grumpy and rather upset.

    Bygones.

    Amy has matured a lot in the last twelve months and while I’m not confident that leaving her alone with chocolates is a great idea, at least I know that the card is likely to make it home to me.

    This year however, Ferrero Rocher offered to send me a Mother’s Day Hamper from their new online Boutique. Knowing that it was probably my only chance to get chocolate for Mother’s Day that I didn’t have to buy myself, I agreed.

    My only complaint is that there aren’t enough of the white coconut-type chocolates in this hamper and that I was forced to share the mini ferreros with my children.

    If your children are too little to make things and your husband is terrible at gift buying like mine, you can buy your own Ferrero Rocher Mother’s Day Hamper here.

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    I was not paid for this post, although I did receive the chocolates above for free to review. I can happily say that I am making my way through them as I type.

  • Only Hearts Should Be Worn On Sleeves… + giveaway

    Only Hearts Should Be Worn On Sleeves: The snotty truth about motherhood is an eBook by the lovely and very talented Kellie O’Brien. I was lucky enough to receive an advance copy to read and review, and eagerly settled down in bed the other day for a bit of light reading.

    Kellie is funny. Her take on motherhood made me giggle and remember only too well my first few months of parenting Amy.

    Taken from Kellie’s column in The Advocate, you can see why Kellie drew such a big following and had strangers in the street wanting to meet “Baby Ella” and congratulate Kellie and her husband.

    Below, Kellie talks a little bit about the ebook:

    Only Hearts Should Be Worn On Sleeves is definitely funny and I would say a must read for mums-to-be, or new mums. I thoroughly enjoyed it, but I had to keep stifling my urge to send Kellie emails filled with commiserations and “I have so been there” type thoughts, as I reminded myself that Kellie now has a second daughter and knows exactly what she is doing.

    Heh.

    It can be purchased here.

    Kellie O’Brien can be found blogging at Three L’il Princesses, or on twitter here.

    And! Because Kellie is lovely, she is offering one lucky commenter a free copy of her eBook! Just leave a comment below to enter.

    Entries close 1st May.

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    I wasn’t paid or compensated in any way for participating in this virtual book tour. I did receive a free copy of Kellie’s book.