Project Management for Creatives

Project Management for Creatives

Creatives that run a business! How many started projects do you have in your little part of the Making Cool Shit With Your Hands Universe? Three? Five? Twenty? Too many to actually consider answering this question? It’s a common dilemma those of us who make awesome things find¬†ourselves in. Multi-tasking is often more time consuming than not multi-taking, every other part of the internet has a shiny new project that we can’t wait to start, and running a creative business needs the attention of more than one person… if we’re being honest. It happens.

These New Cards are the Bomb Diggity

These New Cards are the Bomb Diggity

I finally ran out of business cards, and it’s like my birthday and Christmas all rolled up into one. I’ve been itching to change up my business cards for a while now, but budgeting reasons made sure that I finished the ones I had first. I wanted to make sure that this batch could double as cards for the business and also for packaging for my cat butts and other smaller items… working smarter and not harder here.

Surviving No School While Working from Home

Surviving No School While Working from Home

Let’s start out with explaining that I need to be home where it’s quiet to work. I am without a noiseproof workspace. An office with a door would be wonderful, but that’s not how our home is set up at this stage. When school is out, and my schedule is thrown to the wind, it becomes difficult to remain productive. There is noise and constant, “Ma. Ma. Ma. Ma. Ma. Ma. Ma.” interruptions. We’re also on the move quite a bit. Break is a great time for friends coming over, and planning day trips. It’s not so good for working.

What Happens When You Want to Quit?

What Happens When You Want to Quit?

Sometimes I just want to sell Knot By Gran’ma, and walk away from it all.¬†Hubs is working 1 day a week, and I just paid myself $1.50 for last week. Surely I could make a better living opening a taco bar… or a brothel; or a taco, brothel bar. It could be called Taco, Taco, Tacos or something. For real. This comes up every year around this time. Everything slows down, and the case of the Pitty Potties comes to visit. I start thinking about selling the thing that makes me happy, because it’s hard and stupid bills… and it’s hard. (I haven’t quit yet, and I really don’t think it would help if I did.) So…