The Things She Loses

New businesses are like babies. You need to consistently look after them. They need to be fed with money, time, and sweat.

Persistence is the number one business tool in anyone’s pocket. That’s all fine and well, but there’s something else you need to think about.

What are you going to walk away from?

Everyone gets twenty-four hours in a day. When you work a day job, eight to ten of those hours are blocked up. That leaves us with fourteen hours. Lets say you actually get eight hours sleep (*insert rapid, high-pitched giggling here*). You then have six hours to do everything that is not job related.

What’s the first thing to go? The thought that you only work five days a week. No, when you’ve got a day job and a business, you work weekends and nights. Sometimes you do a morning shift, but that is just begging for trouble with me. I do not do morning well. So, the business(es) get the weekends and most of the nights.

I claim the right to keep my Monday night meeting for my own sanity (though my business partner is there and we’re working there too, it’s not being at home in front of my computer.)

What goes away? The idea that I’m going to actually listen to the 22 days worth of podcasts on my computer. I ditched a good 10 days worth of material. I don’t want to get further behind.

I’m also not going to buy the $5 Skyrim on steam. I need to work and having access to something immersive to play? Not a good idea.

I don’t spend much time watching television. (That went with the first business. I watch maybe an hour while eating. Maybe.) I don’t go to the movies.

Sometimes, I don’t go to sleep until late because there’s a website to fix up or an application to finish.

Building a business is hard work. But at the same time? It’s just so much more interesting than working for someone else. (Even if we do have to read eye-bleeding contract language.)

Human Minions Can’t Read Minds



And a wild business partner appears.

So, yeah, this ground up business stuff is all sorts of hard work.

We have a Chief Minion. She’s currently getting paid the same as the rest of us… in good wishes and a brighter future. This is the first time that I haven’t had to do everything with just my partner. (Or my mother, who – bless her – has helped me with my other business for years.) Yes, I have another business and it’s been going for 10 years now. So I didn’t go into this blindly. It’s just… I’ve never had a minion.

She’s really efficient too, which makes me feel a bit like a slacker.

One of the strange tasks is figuring out what we can ask her to do and what we should ask her to do. We have a list of things to do, but I realized that my cryptic little notes to myself are not the right way to ask someone else to do something.

For myself I can write “CBE to Ed. w/ pink.” I know what I mean.

Communication with other humans is not the same. I need to actually say “Send project CBE to the graphic design person with that pink cherry blossoms picture I took.”

Part of this comes from having worked with people who never actually finished their work. (I’m looking at you every group project I’ve ever worked on in my entire educational career and every committee I’ve worked with since.) Now that I have someone who does do their work, I don’t know how to handle it.

But DAMN it’s a good problem to have.

(I feel I need to add a parenthetical here warn people that I am not JM. I do not have a small child in the house to help me curb my tongue, so my language is sometimes a bit more colorful.)

So, shout out to the wonderful Chief Minion of GFP! WE LOVE YOU! And you’ll get cookies next week because I don’t have any coconut!

To Whom it May Concern…



In the last two days I have painstakingly hashed out and written a contract, written two press releases, designed a logo for somebody else’s business, dealt with people who take their children out and about for funsies at one in the morning, and slept for about six hours.

The list of things I haven’t done includes my dishes, my grocery shopping, my personal Sci-Fi Friday blog post that’s probably going to happen on Sunday if I’m lucky, and the edits pecking away at my personal to-do list like the ravening vultures they are becoming.

Stay tuned for next week’s exciting update about the life of a soon to be publishing executive. I have every intention of making my business partner write it.


Picture from here under this license.

Sheep on the Loose

I’m not quite sure how to start this post. Do I explain how a random conversation with a friend turned into a publishing business? Do I talk about how giant and daunting that is, once you’re past the shiny new logo and the initial zest of creation?

Do I admit this blog is springing into creation because I’m supposed to be looking at contract language and writing submission guidelines?

There’s this axiom, in the new internet age, that tells people not to blog about writing. Because nobody but writers cares about that, and you’ll never get any readership. But this isn’t blogging about writing. This is blogging about starting a business, from the ground up. From the point where literally everything is written on scrounged notebook paper and held together with hope and stardust. 

I honestly dreamt about publishing rotas last night. 

So I’m starting this blog with a quiet little whimper, and the hope this slightly manic energy sticks around long enough to get this thing off the ground.