Small business owner is one of those epithets I never thought I’d be picking out of life’s bin and pinning to my chest. Every time I’m referred to as “the boss,” I suppress the urge to check behind me for my last employer. Regardless, a whirlwind of serendipity scuttled me here, for which I’m grateful….
My 2025 started off by getting dropped out of an airplane into a marathon race that’s now escalated into a high-octane car chase. In other words, I started a new company while simultaneously taking on new copywriting & design gigs while also continuing to trade stock options and, oh, write novels while All Is Well…
A tourbillion of successes and failures. Excuse me for a moment as I stumble out of 2024, wobbly and checking myself over for scratches and bruises. Whew, wow, okay. While I can’t spill the beans on everything that made up this tumbler-shaker of a year, I can give you the highlight reel of my Wild…
Ahem. *cracks wrists, flips chest tube over shoulder* I had planned on blogging this month about something mundane, like “How Midpoints Are the Most Misunderstood Plot Point,” but then my left lung woke me up in the middle of the night, screaming (in the voice of Miette), “YOU HAVEN’T PAID ENOUGH ATTENTION TO ME, MOTHER.”…