You can reach me through email at chloeofthemountain dot gmail but I need to let you know that I have an unpredictable anxiety disorder when it comes to email (and mail in general) and so sometimes I’m too freaked out to open it. If I don’t get back to you in a timely manner then that’s probably why. Sorry. I’m doing the best I can.
You can bypass my anxiety disorder by reaching out to me on Twitter at @ChloeJeffreys. But don’t bother sending me a DM because I NEVER open those. Not ever.
You can always find me on Facebook since I hang out there a lot. But if you send me a creepy message about how pretty I am and how much you’d like me to walk on your back in my high heel shoes don’t expect a reply. (See why I don’t always like opening my emails?)
If you think my blog is the perfect place for you to put your ad let me tell you now that it is not. I do work with some select brands from time to time, but I don’t do ads. Not ever. My blog is a reflection of who I am and what I care about, not a place for your tedious ads.
If you are a brand that wants to get your product in front of my readers by way of me then I need to let you know right off the bat that I’m extremely picky and only work with brands I LOVE and who love me back.
Loving me back means you understand that my writing can be raw and my style unpredictable–remember how I said my blog is a reflection of me?—and I don’t have a lot of time for a bunch of flowery namby-pamby ad copy bullshit. If you are down with that then we can talk. Although I must warn you that I already have a very good paying JOB which means I’m expensive, and you most likely can’t afford me. It’s really no skin off of my back. You definitely need me more than I need you.
If I do choose to work with you know that I consider it a HUGE commitment on my part to work my ass off writing the best damned story possible for you and your product or service. Doing your project will mean I will lie awake at night agonizing over how I’m going to deliver my best to you. My husband will have to listen to me yammer on about how stressed out I am hoping I do a good job. I will probably have to take a Xanax or two to get it done. And I will be so freaked out over whether or not I’ve pleased you that I won’t sleep until you let me know you are happy with my work.