What? What is that?
Well, today we went and filed more papers to make us a legit business, of sorts.
Seriously, self publishing, vanity business, egotistical much? Not really. We, was because ‘me‘ was too chicken to do so by myself. Actually, I was close to a full blown panic/anxiety attack. Nervous as a mouse surrounded by cats. EEK!
It is done. Still have little minor details to set up before we launch a true official website, and at least another month or two before the first ebooks, MINE, is available for purchase/download.
While pulling out files and organizing a file drawer (seriously there might be enough papers to fill one file folder) I pulled all my ideas, future stories to work on and just stuff. This would be why we are making this a business. If you have been following me for the last two years, you know I have periodically burned amassed writing. I would guess that I have burned at least 3-4 milk crates full of handwritten, typed and printed pages, that doesn’t count all the electronic files I have deleted since the invention of the computer.
I have tried to stop writing numerous times. Yet, here I am again. This is not my first effort to have a website, and neither was the 500 Days blog. This is not my first time. It is however the first time I have made it this far. With all that writing and imagination (granted some of it has wasted paper, space and time) it is time I did something with it.
You know the feeling, right?
So. We have a smidgin’ of progress again.
I have my writer’s blog up and running – check out
Our oldest, who we plan on handling our marketing (could you imagine ME doing that?), has his own blog Insightful Distractions.
Right now I am currently working on a logo for the business.
It is a good thing this is all going so painstakingly slow, not sure I could manage if it was going fast. Like I said to the son at lunch, “Now you see why I am not getting an agent or trying for a brick and mortar publisher? I could handle the rejections letters, but . . . “
“Yeah, Mom, if you got an acceptance letter you would go into a catatonic state,” was his retort.
Enjoy your weekend, I sure will be!