Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
About a year ago now I think it's been, I decided to start sending out an e-newsletter. Of course, I figured I'd do it monthly. So I signed up with one of the services that does

About a year ago now I think it's been, I decided to start sending out an e-newsletter. Of course, I figured I'd do it monthly. So I signed up with one of the services that does the HTML newsletter thing and have proceeded to spend something along the lines of $20 a month for nearly a year to sit down a few times every month and stare at a blank template.
Sometimes for over an hour. Eventually I get bored with staring at the blank template and start checking my e-mail — every few minutes, just to see if something more important requires my attention. If not, then I check my Facebook. Then Twitter. Then Myspace. Then the stat counter for my website so I can see if I'm still popular in Estonia.
The disappointing truth is that I'm not really that popular or important (except in Estonia as it turns out), so usually there's nothing of great consequence going on on any of these sites to warrant my abandoning my vigilant stance over the blank template of the newsletter that I keep saying I'm going to send every month.
Eventually I determined that it would be fine if I just sent out a quarterly newsletter. Except that hasn't really helped me fill the blank template with new and exciting information either.
I can't, for the life of me, figure out why it's so difficult for me to write a newsletter! I have no problems writing blogs. In fact, the biggest deterrent from my blogging is time. I never run out of things to say. So how is it that I can sit in front of that empty template for hours and not find something to fill it in with?
Well. Whatever the problem is, I've now managed to distract myself from the blank template for October's newsletter for at least a few moments. Guess I'll go back to staring.
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Maggie recalls the time she tried to figure out how to dispose of her salon chemicals.
With a vacation approaching, Maggie can’t wait to put some distance between herself and the drama of the salon.
Maggie doesn’t hesitate to confront clients about past sins.
How sick is too sick for a nail appointment?
Maggie is fed up with clients who won’t get off the phone.
Maggie needs to remind herself that she has options.
Maggie is trading in one writing genre for another.
Maggie knows too much about sanitation to get excited about a strange Jacuzzi tub.
Maggie is no longer certain nails are in her long-term future.
Maggie is learning about the downside of success — scheduling is a nightmare.
Maggie contemplates the limits of her charitable impulses.
Maggie is not too keen on clients bringing in their own nail supplies.
Just because Maggie isn’t with a client doesn’t mean she’s not working.
Twenty-two years of doing nails takes a toll on the hands.
Maggie doesn’t want her product reps dropping by.
Maggie enjoys other people’s drama — up to a point.