I came unstuck in time during the night and woke up convinced it was Saturday morning. Workman supposed to show up at 9:30. Pigpen house therefore had to be picked up. Pool tending to do. Duck accommodations to be made. Dogs and human to be fed. Clothes to be washed…ugh. More potentially productive work hours lost to trivial pursuits.
Stumbled out to get the paper and found LO! It’s Friday!
WaHOO! This means I can use at least part of today to work on the Boob Book, something I’ve had to put off repeatedly in favor of constant nagging other tasks. The only thing that absolutely positively HAS to be done is to pick up a container of dishwasher water softener stuff. And maybe some food would be useful. Otherwise, here’s a WHOLE DAY to get something constructive done.
After yesterday’s full-bore Day from Hell, I was too whipped to spend the evening on anything that requires full intellectual engagement, much less on writing about the intricacies of the mammography controversy. So spent a couple of hours pouring Fire-Rider serials into one of the templates to create e-books out of them. Got two of them mostly done last night, sitting in front of NetFlix. I still have to write intros and enter some links to a site that has yet to exist, but because the artist is still working on the (18!!) covers, there’s time for that. The scutwork got done, anyway.
I think I’ll create the Fire-Rider website on WordPress.com, probably using the very template we’re enjoying for Funny about Money. Or something very like it. The banner image is a little deeper than I’d like. But the template does have three columns, no longer easy to find in the Google-enforced mobile environment. Gary’s FR image is something to behold! It’s so arresting I’m afraid readers may not scroll down to the content but will just be transfixed by the artwork.
At any rate, I’d like to get that site up and have it in “private” mode until such time as the first installment hits Amazon.
And I need Twitter, FireFox, and Pinterest sites for the thing. That’s going to take some figuring out, since I’m not very fond of social media. However, a lovely young man recently surfaced at SBA: his new business is social media marketing! If he doesn’t propose to bankrupt me, I’ll probably hire him to at least start these sites up and set them so that the FR website feeds into them. We need sites for Plain and Simple Press, too, which also could feed Writers Plain and Simple into those things. Then we also have Periscope and Meerkat. Exactly what these would do for a person who spends most of her time in her garret escapes me, but Meerkat also can be made to feed to Twitter and Facebook.
More to do — much more — on those fronts.
Meanwhile, my friend who reported on her friend’s $30,000/month porn-writing income is every bit as interested as I am in that as a money-making strategy. She is a much better writer than I am, especially when it comes to fiction. We’ve been looking into the whole thing and…well. To say one is sitting on a gold mine is to understate…
So I hope to get together with her to consult and plot. She’s interested in hooking (heh) into the first stage of my business plan — which actually is a strategic plan. In the first phase, more than one person could certainly collaborate in studying the market and learning how to exploit it.
The only question I have about this scheme is how I would keep the existence of the proposed business enterprise away from my son (who, don’t worry, refuses to read Funny about Money). He already suffers from chronic shock brought on by the activities of his aged mom. One hesitates to contemplate his reaction if he learned his mother was making her way through the world as a porn queen.
And if this works the way quite a few folks claim it does, after I croak over he’ll find a stupefying amount of money in the corporate account…holy mackerel. What on earth will he think when the accountant explains where it all came from?
😆 😆 😆
Moving on…
In search of a lampshade for the living room, something a little better quality than a Target Special, I visited the Lamps Plus website. Lamps Plus was my last choice, partly because they closed their mid-town brick-and-boards stores, forcing people who live in North Central to drive way to Hell & gone to the far east or to the far west valley, and partly because they have a pricey reputation.
But lo! Lamps Plus is underpricing Amazon! And they have free shipping, no $35 minimum purchase bullshit entailed. I found the same shades, same brand, same sizes, for a whole lot less than what was on offer at Amazon.
So after the current budget fiasco settles down, I’ll probably order a new living-room lampshade from them.
And speaking of moving on, it’s time to go to work!