First off, you’ll be pleased to know I am still alive (sorry to those that are less pleased with this golden nugget of information).
I have however spent that long on YouTube and any other tutorial I can find to bring you all 😬 my new website, but no one told me you needed to be a flipping genius to figure it all out. I set out on this venture with one promise to myself – it wasn’t going to haemorrhage money. I don’t have that kind of spare cash and the money I also don’t have needs to do important things like life savings and investments (cough cough) – but primarily clothe and feed the tribe.
So despite “investing” 100% more than I had planned, I still dont have a fancy pants blog/website/income. BUT I am a firmly believer in fate, absolutely everything happens for a reason. I may not be able to openly accept just one religion, but there is most definitely a bigger player in all of this than just you, me and any other poor person who has these posts inflicted on them.
My new, fancy pants website of DREAMS is still a WIP. But, do you know what, that doesn’t really matter does it? “Success” and whatever that means to each of us, isn’t a tangible item, it isn’t money in the bank, or fancy cars on the driveway. It’s the sheer pride that comes from raising a family, remembering to buy the milk AND butter in one sodding trip or sitting in the sun wistfully dreaming about The May Have Beens, Should Have Beens and Going to Be’s. For me, success is simple:
And maybe if you could get me on that slightly coveted thing called The New York Times Bestsellers list I would appreciate it.
I Just need to finish this chuffing fancy pants (its not fancy) website before I can reattempt the already many reattempted manuscript. Writing for me is a lot like Hubs, it comes and goes at will, and is only productive when powered on a belly full of food. Add wine for maximum output. On that note, his highness is stirring so I best be off. Fancy Pants Website, New York Times Best Seller and yet more delightful waffle to come. But first food, after all, they do say you marry those who mirror you.
Breakfast – GET IN MY BELLY