Goes a little something like this.
Hold breath. Jump. Repeat.
I was reading the Self-Made Chick’s post on How I Made $100,000 by spending 25 minutes and $0 on Marketing (and seriously, with post titles like that, no wonder she gets all the site views), and she sounded just like me while client-seeking. A little insecure. Worried about not having a spectacular website. She even did that fun thing I do, researching potential clients and making a tidy little list of their contact information, and then never contacting them. Why? Because I’m just not good enough.
And it occurred to me that I stopped being a teenager some while ago. I am good enough. I am better than good enough. I am just damned good. My butt looks just great in these jeans, I’m totally prettier than she is, and I’m a professional writer with an excellent little portfolio, thank you.
So I sent out a bunch of emails. Ten, actually, doubling down on the five Ms. O’Kelly sent out, to SEO firms in the Boulder area. I actually CALLED the first one, because they only had a general email posted on their site, and that guy shot me down right quick. Which hurt, I have to tell you. So I’ve started to email, because rejection is easier that way. I hope. It is, right?
Oh, Ms. O’Kelly. Don’t you lead me astray, now.
If any of those emails (all based on the same template, though I jiggered it a bit for each company) get me a client, I will post the template in full on this site and let all you other newbies out there take a crack at it. And I will now commence to hyperventilate, very quietly, into this paper bag.
While finishing an assignment. Because I do actually make a living.