I'm about to break a lot of rules here in terms of professionalism, but, then again, I'm not someone who adheres to many rules. I believe public relations - really, communication in general - at its core is about transparency and honesty, and one of the things I love about this field so much is the freedom it really gives me to listen to, and follow my heart.
When I started Page Foor, I had some big hopes for this space. I wanted it to be a place where I could talk about the love I have for my field, and talk about my theories for the practice of communication. I wanted to educate people about PR so they could use it to grow their businesses. I wanted to talk about things like pageant coaching, and football, and how to treat interns in a way that made sense to me. I also wanted to use this space to encourage conversation about our profession so that I could learn and grow as a publicist.
I had an editorial calendar, a marketing plan, and to this day, I have dozens of posts that were never posted sitting on my hard drive.
So, why didn't I use this blog like I intended?
Because I resented it. To a degree, I still do. Long story short, my (now ex) husband cursed this blog, literally, from day one. The Saturday it went live, I woke up early in the morning psyched to get started on developing content. I made a pot of coffee and I started typing furiously, and this man came down stairs and said I was ruining his life because I was spending mine in front of a computer. I guess he didn't get the memo that he was married a writer... anyway...
After that, I never wanted to post here. It never felt right. Part of it was because I felt like I was being selfish for wanting to - for doing something my spouse didn't support. More so, however, I think it's because of the name.
Foor was my married name, and, after a lot of thinking now that our divorce is final, I've decided it's not a name I am going to keep.
I had intended to, but, there was something major that happened at the end of the proceedings that really made me question whether I wanted to be associated with him at all. I won't go into that... not because I'm trying to be ethical, but because I wrote an essay about the experience that I really, REALLY hope will be published in the Modern Love section of the New York Times. (He'll know loud and clear that he married a writer in that event. Conniving? Perhaps. I like to think divorce is a get-out-of-jail free card for psychosis. Deal with it.)
Ultimately though, the deciding factor for the name change was my novel. Amazing how I can't blog, but I can write fiction. I've been working on this baby for over two years, and now, said novel is complete, and I'm investing a lot of time into revisions and looking for a literary agent (HINT). The further I get in the process of actually publishing a book, the more I realize I want the name my parents gave me: Amanda Kathleen Kane, (or Mandi Kane, my college byline) on the cover. They're the ones who have always loved me, unconditionally, and who have supported my dreams of writing since the day I learned to write my name in the first place.
I am not really excited about having to rebrand. It took a lot to make a name for myself at this age, and I really enjoyed the fun I have had as a Foor. I'll miss my FOOR Thought post-its, and my Let the Foors Be With You This Holiday Season Christmas cards. Changing the name of my company, Amanda Foor Communications (and, not to mention my Twitter handle, DAMNIT), is going to suck. But none of this is me.
If I can rebrand a client, I can rebrand myself.
So, to summarize, I'm here today to take advantage of my blog's SEO ranking and announce that I will no longer be known as Amanda Foor. Additionally, I won't be updating Page Foor after this post. Comments will be closed, so I won't be taking questions (Ha!). I'll still be President of New Mexico PRSA in July, and I'm still hoping to be Amanda Kane, APR, very soon. I'll also continue writing about PR in other places. If you haven't heard, I'm a contributor for The Agency Post, and for the new and super rad Minted magazine, so please stop by and give me some love.
I'm also taking applications for husband number two.
Thanks for reading!
Mandi Foor, out.