Entrepreneurial Chronicles: The Importance of Routines and Habits

Entrepreneurial Chronicles: The Importance of Routines and Habits

So this is my, admittedly late, Entrepreneurial Chronicles check in. Last week was a pretty sucky week productivity-wise. Hannahbear was sick, so I didn’t get nearly as much work time as I wanted. She’s back in school this week, and I get 4 hours each day to myself, which is bliss.

I want to talk about habits today, since I’m keenly aware of their importance after a week like that where my entire schedule went to shit.

I don’t know if it’s just a Taurus thing, but I am a creature of habit, and I go all wonky when my routine gets messed up. Research has shown that daily routines are important for success, not just for executive suit types, but even more importantly for creatives. I expect creative entrepreneurs like me, combining both sides of their brains, would benefit the most from routine.

The thinking is simply that when you have the Little Things sorted out in a routine, it gives your brain space to think about the Big Picture, come up with new ideas, and create new things. I believe in this wholeheartedly. No mom who tries to get her kids ready for school while groggy herself can argue with the importance of routine for freeing up brain power.

Rituals fall into the same category. Many creatives have daily rituals that they stick to before they start to write, or paint, or create. It triggers something in you that says, “oh, hey, I know what’s going on here. We’re lighting a candle, we’re getting the coffee in the special Creativity Mug, we’re putting on Morten Lauridsen. It must be time to write.” The ritual turns the creativity on like a light switch.

Habits are the same for me. I used to write out in my to do list the same ten things every day: drink 8 glasses of water, listen to new music, exercise, do my morning pages and meditate, post to twitter, etc. It got old, writing all of this out. Why, I thought, couldn’t I have something that replicated them every day, since they were always the same? I wanted a tablet with them pre-printed, and room to add new ones.

Enter the habit tracker! Aha! A habit tracker! That’s exactly what I needed. These are habits that I wish to cultivate in myself so that they get worked into my schedule without me even needing to think about it. They just happen, the way I just breathe and don’t think about it. I needed something that would help me keep track of them until they did become so ingrained that they happened automatically.

I downloaded the iPro Habit Tracker for my android phone. There’s a free version, but I splurged $1 for the paid one. It lets you set up habits in different categories, and set how often you want to do them.


For example, I know I want to listen to Millennium of Music every Monday. I set it as a habit, and it pops up each Monday for me to check off. There are certain things I want to do every day; exercise, drink water, log my food, listen to new music, do my morning pages and meditate, take my vitamins, read, listen to a podcast, post and check in with my Mastermind groups, do something nice for my hubby, and track my money. They get set up as daily habits.

Then there are the things I want to do regularly, but not every day. Write in my  blog, research for my podcast, buy the digital versions of my favorite UK magazines, clear up my digital clutter. These are habits that get set up for certain days of the week.

The great thing about the Habit Tracker I use is that you can also set categories you create. So I have categories like mind, body, spirit, relationship, and business. Then I can categorize each habit, and see where I might be lacking. Are all of my habits body related? Then maybe I need to add reading, or meditating.

A lot of physical planners come with habit trackers now as we become more aware of their importance, but I love the ease of use of just having mine on my phone. I scroll through a few times a day and check off the things I’ve done, and am reminded of new things I wanted to do. Boom, done, easy.

It took a bit of time to set them all up with their categories and time frames; maybe an hour to think of them all and decide how often I wanted to do them, but I am so happy with the result, and in the end it winds up saving me time and energy.

Once these habits become a part of me so much so that I don’t even need the habit tracker, then we’ll be on to the next step in being zen – not having your life go to absolute shit when your kid gets sick, and you’re not able to do them all. I really don’t do well when my routine is messed up!

Have you used a habit tracker? What was your experience like? I’d love to know what others think, and what kind of difference it’s made in your life. Let me know in the comments!


Body Check-in

Body Check-in

So this blog is about me tracking making my dreams come true, and the big overall goals right now are around my body, and my business. The two B’s.

It’s been a hard few days. Hannahbear has been sick again. The poor girl seems to catch every big that comes around, and it’s frustrating for all of us. Over the summer when she wasn’t in her preschool she was fit as a fiddle. Now she spends every other week at home because of catching some germ or another. We need to do a better job washing her hands as soon as we pick her up, and not letting her get overly tired, and taking good care to ensure she gets enough rest. She’s just so active, even when she’s sick the only way to make her sit still is to let her watch TV.

I’ve thought about pulling her out of school entirely since it seems to be such a waste of money to pay for her to go to school and have her miss half the time. But she loves going, it’s only 4 hours a day, and I reckon that we either go through it now, or we go through it when she’s older. One way or another, I think we have to go through these childhood immunity issues. It makes me wonder why I spent so much time and agonizing effort exclusively pumping when she was a baby to ensure she got my breast milk when she wouldn’t nurse. It doesn’t seem to have made her immune system that much stronger. Perhaps it would be worse if I hadn’t it would be even worse. Who knows.

Anyway, how this relates to my body is that I find it incredibly difficult to be out of my routine. I am a creature of habit, and when my routine gets messed up, I go into a tailspin. So when Hannah is home, I have a very difficult time ensuring that I eat well, and take care of myself.

A big part of this is because I am an emotional stress eater, and I need a lot of Alone Time each day to not be stressed. When I don’t get that because I am mothering a sick child, I resort to snacking on chocolate truffles, caramel cookies, and other things that aren’t on my Weight Watchers approved diet. While Hannah is watching Octonauts I sneak into the kitchen and gobble up a few truffles out of the fridge.

Additionally, I don’t get my 10k steps in as regularly. You’d think I would because I spend less time just sitting in front of a computer, and more time walking around doing things, but I don’t get large chunks of walking time in like I do on my own, and so I wind up struggling to get those 10k steps.

Last night I was 1000 steps short, and I made the decision to take a bath instead of do the steps.

And yet somehow, I am still nearly at my weight goal this week, which is 218 pounds. I was 218.4 this morning, and my weigh in day isn’t until Monday. I should be able to make it easily. I just need to lay off the truffles.

Hubby took Hannah out for a few hours so I can get some work done, which has been great. I haven’t actually got much work done so far, but I’ve done a lot of thinking, reflecting, making lists, and generally getting my head back on straight after 6 days of caring for a sick little girl.

There are times when it seems so far away, my first goal of 180. 38.5 more pounds. It’s climbing a mountain.

And yet, all you have to do is take one step at a time. Don’t focus on the top. Don’t focus on how much further you have to go. Set the intention – 180 – and then just keep taking small steps. 218 this week. 216 next week. 214 by the end of October. Don’t think past that. Don’t think yet 207 by the end of November, 199 by the end of December. Don’t let your head start getting sidetracked with micromanaging the plan. Just keep your head down, take one step at a time, and let the miles take care of themselves. Worry about the individual steps, and getting through each day eating as close to clean as possible, and let the pounds take care of themselves.

Then I think, I’ve got this. Booyah.

How I’m Building my Manifesting Muscles, and becoming the Entrepreneur I was meant to be

How I’m Building my Manifesting Muscles, and becoming the Entrepreneur I was meant to be

I am trying to check in once a week, logging my entrepreneurial activities, and the growth of my nascent business. Normally I would do this on a Saturday morning for the week previous, but this past Saturday got off kilter (young children have that power), and so here I am now.

I am realizing more and more that the reasons why I haven’t been successful as an entrepreneur before have nothing to do with my abilities or brains, but everything to do with my feelings that I don’t deserve it.

People where I grew up don’t just make a living from being an online entrepreneur who shares history, music, and travel. As my dad said to me once, early on when I was about 24 and wanted to become an online entrepreneur so that I could work from anywhere, “everybody wants that. What makes you feel like you’re so special?”


So I got good jobs. I got steady jobs. I relegated my passions – writing, podcasting, history, music – to the “hobby” file. Nice to do, when I had the time, but not really something I can devote my life to.

Because that’s what people like me are born into, and deserve. Other people can do their passions for work. People who are born into money, or went to a really good school. People who have society connections so they can get patrons. Not people like me, from good Pennsylvania German stock. We work. It’s what we do.

As I do more work with the Law of Attraction, woo-woo head-space manifesting work, I see that in so many ways I have been repelling money from my entrepreneurial activities. I’ve had ideas that I did nothing with. I’ve pursued ideas only to drop them just as success was coming.

I haven’t put myself out there because of fear of what others would think of me. Really? I’m going to let a stranger’s opinion of me determine the level of passion with which I pursue my dream? I’m going to let a stranger’s opinion of me decide whether I do or don’t get to live the life of my dreams? Are you kidding me?

I’ve been doing a lot of online courses in the past year. Tribe Writers from Jeff Goins, the Leonie Dawson Shining Academy, Jen Sincero’s Badass Coaching program, I hired a business coach, and now I’m doing the Money Bootcamp from Denise Duffield-Thomas, and Mike Dooley’s Playing the Matrix.

You could say I’ve become an online coaching junkie.

But I’m getting something different and unique from each of these programs, and I know that they were brought into my life for a reason. The biggest thing I am getting from each of them is the grounding and knowledge that I am part of the universe. I have always known it, but there’s a difference between knowing, and really “getting” it. I “know” how to lose weight. Doesn’t mean I do it, or really believe I can.

Same thing. I’ve always known I was part of the universe. But in just the past few weeks I am really getting how connected I am to Source, to everything in the universe, and how I can work with Source energy to make my dreams come true.

Not only that, but because I am part of Source, and Source is part of me, my dreams are Source’s dreams. I was given these dreams by Source, and the universe wants nothing more than for me to actively pursue them. The universe will move mountains in order for me to pursue the life of my dreams.

I wholly believe this now.

Every morning I do Morning Pages. I’ve said that before. The new part I’ve put in is having an actual conversation with the universe. I write my questions, the universe writes back. I write my insecurities, the universe tells me what’s up. We go on like this for 3 pages or so, and by the end I’m feeling way more connected and grounded, and feeling powerful, and ready to take on the day.

In the past I’ve shied away from doing this kind of activity, feeling like I was talking to myself. How can I know it’s the universe, I wondered. It sounds like me. It’s probably just me talking to myself.

But. I AM the universe. So when I talk to myself, to those deepest, wisest parts, the parts that don’t surface as much as I’d like them to – when I talk to those parts, and give those parts voice, that IS the universe talking. That is my deepest, wisest self, the self that is fully in touch with her power, and has a million gazillion years worth of wisdom in her pinky finger. When I give her voice, I feel amazing, and like I can conquer anything.

So I am working on exercising my manifesting muscle. Last week I said I wanted to manifest three of my books sold. I did that. I also said I wanted to manifest 32 people to my email list (an increase of 10%). I didn’t do that. I said I wanted to manifest $500 from my business, and I didn’t do that.

I did: write an article on medium about my self publishing lessons so far, which was featured in the Art+Marketing publication. Completed and produced a Virtual Tour of Cambridge. Created coloring pages for my October giveaway for my newsletter. Started working on InDesign for my planner I’m building. Announced it all in my newsletter. I hit 10k steps every day. It was a good week.

Baby steps. We’re getting there. In a few years when I’m able to manifest $500 in a matter of hours, I will look back on this and smile at the me I was before I stepped into this greater adventure. I’m becoming a butterfly over here. One day, one product, one newsletter at a time. With magic, and fun, and laughter along the way. Weeeeee!



Fat, but working on it

Fat, but working on it

The other day I listened to the recent This American Life episode, “Tell Me I’m Fat.” It’s about the way being overweight is seen and perceived, talked about, and experienced in our society.

A very dear friend of mine, who has no issue with weight himself, and doesn’t seem to have any friends who do, talked to me about it, and told me that it gave him a new perspective, and more empathy. So I downloaded it, and listened to it, and I found it incredibly confronting. Midway through I texted him and said, “I don’t need to listen to this, I live it.”

Basically, the episode talked with three women who are, or have been, fat. One has come out as fat, and wrote a book about it, embracing her body as it is, and swearing off diets. Another lost a lot of weight, and keeps it off through diet pills. She struggles because she thinks things like if she had met her husband when she was fat, he wouldn’t have found her attractive, which he admits is likely true. The third woman is morbidly obese, and she talked about her experiences.

I was listening to it in the car, and by the end I was crying. I was crying because it brought up so many repressed memories for me. Like when I was about 14 and asked my mom if I was pretty, and she said I had a “different” look about me (bless her, I think she may have meant it to be a compliment?).

My first boyfriend once had the brilliant idea that he would take me to a party where I wouldn’t know anyone, and he thought it would be fun to pretend that I was his cousin. I suspect it was because he was ashamed of me, or had a crush on a girl there. Or both. I went along with it.


Another boy in high school would regularly come over to my house to make out with me, and then tell me it was a secret, and I couldn’t tell anyone.

And I wasn’t even that big!

This is me at 19.


Right? Pretty normal looking. Strong legs, with a bit of fat on them. Like a normal woman.

Now I weigh nearly 60 pounds more than I did in those pictures, and I’ve been as high as 110 pounds more than I was in those pictures.

I am familiar with the feeling of constantly running into everything with my ass. I am afraid of small cafes where tables are all close together, and chairs are adorably tiny, and flimsy, and so easily breakable by my ass. I am aware whenever I am the biggest person in a group.

I so clearly remember online dating. This was before cell phones had cameras, and there were 8 million instagrammed pictures of everyone everywhere, and you’d send one or two scanned photos to a potential date. I would send flattering, though not totally dishonest ones. And I remember having great conversations with people on the phone, feeling really connected, and then the look of disappointment in their eyes when they would meet me. I always braced myself before every potential date.

At some point I realized that hanging on to those feelings was only going to make me miserable throughout my life, and so I embraced a different tactic. I became the quirky girl. I’d be fun, and adorable, and so damn cute in my pudginess. You couldn’t call me fat because I already knew I was fat, and I was adorable anyway.

And I met my husband, who loves me no matter what size I am.

Listening to that show, driving on the N-340 in Marbella, I burst into tears. I burst into tears for everything I hid about myself, for all the ways I kept my voice quiet, for all the ways I hid behind my fat, for all the ways in which I took comfort in chocolate, and for all the ways I treated myself, and my body, with disdain.

I am not ready to give up on being thin again. I’ve been bigger like I am now for 14 years. That’s about 30% of my life. I’m not ready for the rest of it to be this size. I’m not ready to just say, “okay, this is who I am.” I still steadfastly believe that I can shed this weight, at least a bit more of it. Maybe I’ll never get back to the 160 pounds I was in those pictures, but I can get to be less than 220, and any movement back towards that direction is good in my book.

So yes, I am quite happy to be called fat for now. I’ve been fatter, and I will be less fat in the future. It’s a journey for me, and I’m not ready to stop the journey.

My friend asked me if I wished I hadn’t listened to the episode, given everything it brought up for me. Yes, it brought up some sadness that I had repressed. But more than anything it brought up a resolve to continue to move towards being healthier. Not just a number on a scale, but real health and well being.

I’m ready to be a healthier me.

Limiting Self Beliefs, and Money Blocks

Limiting Self Beliefs, and Money Blocks

Since nobody really reads this blog yet (no offense, mom), I am going to start chronicling my journey towards my entrepreneurial and personal goals here. I have hesitated with what to write in this blog. I want my personal blog to be an escape of sorts from the world of podcasting and history, in which I have to keep up a certain level of professionalism. And even though this blog is linked to my other sites since I’m using the same username and account, it’s not really something that someone would find unless they were really doing a search on me, in which case I welcome them to have this information.

There are two big projects in my life right now:
– Losing weight
– Manifesting money

Isn’t that pretty much the same as everyone in America? Well, that’s why I want to have this chronicle of my journey. There are people I follow like Bryan Harris or Jeff Goins, or Leonie Dawson, who have been successful with online businesses, and in fact, I’ve taken their classes, and belong to their Academies. But they haven’t been successful for *that* long – a few years in the case of Bryan, more like five for Jeff, and just over seven or so for Leonie.

But I can’t, for the life of me, find their early entries where they were just starting off. I see loads of them writing posts about, “well, this is how I did it,” sorts of things, but I don’t really care about that. I care about reading their posts when they had a mailing list of 320 and 66 YouTube subscribers, and 602 twitter followers. That’s what I care about – I care about seeing them have doubts about what’s possible, and seeing the actions they took in response to those doubts.

That’s what I care about from the position I’m in now. I don’t care that much about another successful person generating $3 million a year telling me where they were five years ago. I care about reading those blog entries five years ago.

I suppose it makes sense that, if they had a blog then, they would wipe those entries. It might mess with their brand otherwise. I get it. But I don’t like it.

And so, this blog is going to turn into me chronicling what I’m doing, the steps I’m taking, in order to generate and manifest my goals. My big picture goals are to lose 50 pounds, and to generate $200,000/year from my online businesses.

The first place I’m at with my business is that I’ve been in a place of super confusion. I have so many interests and passions, and I have a hard time niching and narrowing it down, yet I know that’s really important, especially in the online world.

So I hired a business coach, Joanna Hunter, and she is helping me put everything into a clear context, and see where my strengths are, and the way all the threads can be pieced together, which is the whole idea behind this blog’s name of a Whimsical Patchwork. It’s a patchwork of passions sewn together to make one big amazing awesome life.

Joanna helped me see that, of course, my big passions are history and music, and I need all of my work to be centered around that. Of course I think that you can’t make money in history or music unless you’re an academic.

Limiting belief number one. Of course you can make money in history and music even if you’re not an academic. People run museums. People produce history programs. People have podcasts – ask Dan Carlin how much money he’s making from academia. $0. But his podcast? Mucho.

Joanna is helping me work through a lot of my money blocks as well. There’s a lot there about what I do and don’t deserve, and also the ever-popular, “who do you think you are, that you can make $200,000 a year from a podcast?”

Yeah, that’s a big one. I remember when I was a kid and I told my dad I wanted to be a singer. “Everybody wants to be a singer,” was his response. Then later when I started getting a blog following, back in 2002, and thinking I could do online work, and be location independent. “Everybody wants to do that,” my dad said.

So the message I got is that everybody wants what I want, so what makes me think I’m special enough to get it.

That’s just not true. To start with, not everybody wants what I want. There are plenty of people who want good stable office jobs with routine, not to have to work on their laptop in airports.

Second, even if everybody wants it, they can go after it, too. What’s keeping them from it? Somebody’s gotta be performing at the VMA’s. Somebody’s gotta be writing bestsellers. Somebody’s gotta be inventing the next Facebook. Why not me? Why not any of us?

Sure, maybe everybody wants it, but they’re sure as hell not all going after it with a passion and an urgency.

I’ve been reading a lot about manifesting and generating money miracles lately – Denise Duffield Thomas, Napoleon Hill, Jen Sincero, and I just registered for Mike Dooley’s new online class. The one thing that they all say is that the first few steps are:

– set a really clear intention
– tell the Universe about that intention
– really believe and expect that the intention will manifest itself
– take actions based on that expectation
– be super grateful for everything

I did the Landmark Forum in 1996, and it’s a similar process. Declare your possibility, and then take actions consistent with what someone who already was living that possibility would take.

So my intention is to be generating $20,000/month by next July.
Also, to weigh 175.

Yesterday I found 10 cents on the ground. I scooped it up and kissed it, and was extremely grateful for it, because it’s just one more sign from the Universe that I’m on the right track.

My actions to get me in the right mindset each morning are that I write Morning Pages, a la Julia Cameron, and then I spend time reviewing my goals. I also write a stream of conscious conversation with the universe. This is actually just something I started recently, and it goes like this: Universe, here’s my question. And then the answer comes. I do this for about 15 or 20 minutes each day.

Then I look at my Vision Board, on Pinterest.

Then I take actions that are consistent with what someone who was already living the life I want to live. What would she do?

That’s where I am right now. At the moment my business is generating a big fat goose egg each month.

My goal for October is to have it generate $2000.

I’m not sure exactly how that’s going to happen, but it’s my goal. I’m going to state my intention, do what I know how to do, take inspired actions, and let the Universe work out the finances.


Top Ten Good Things (like cats)

Top Ten Good Things (like cats)

So we are settling back into Spain, and getting our minds wrapped around the fact that we’re going to be sticking around for some time. Things are looking up.

  1. The weather has cooled off considerably. Plus, it rained. Like, real rain. Not just little drizzles. Actual rain that cooled things off, and allowed us to bake cookies. Because baking cookies is an awesome thing to do with a three year old.
  2. We found Hannah a new school that we absolutely love, and, more importantly, she loves.
  3. I had a PMS breakdown and ate enough chocolate to keep Switzerland’s economy going for a century, but somehow I managed to not gain any weight.
  4. I ordered a tubble. Our house didn’t have a bathtub, which was fine when we were only going to be here a few months. But longer than that, I need a tub. So this puppy is on its way, and I’m getting ready for long baths with trashy books.
  5. We found a church in Malaga that we love. So every Sunday I get to sing hymns I grew up singing, and listening to people talk in English, which, you know, is pretty awesome.
  6. The leaves are turning, and it’s cool enough to burn candles and keep cinnamon simmering on the stove. Autumn is the best.
  7. I went to one of the Chinese bazaar shops and stocked up on a shit ton of orange, brown, yellow, and red craft supplies of all sorts for Hannah and I to go nuts. Pinterest has absolutely nothing on me at the moment.
  8. I am finally starting to sort out all my business ventures, and getting things in order for my projects, decluttering what doesn’t need to be there, and welcoming more goodness and abundance into my life from what’s really important.
  9. I’ve started going to Al-Anon, which is amazing. There is nothing quite as awesome as walking into a room of people, all of whom are pretty much going through the exact same thing you are.
  10. Best of all, we had asked the Universe for a pet, because we really miss our cats. Three days later this wonderful family of stray cats came around. They’re still getting used to us, but they come regularly for food, and are starting to trust us. We love having furry beams of light around us now.

I feel like I’m settling in so much more than I was last year at this time. Maybe it’s because I speak better Spanish, maybe it’s because I know I’m stuck here so I need to make the best of it, maybe because I’m starting to adapt to Spanish culture, maybe all of the above. Either way, I’ll take it.

The Entrepreneurial Chronicles

The Entrepreneurial Chronicles

In addition to losing 40 pounds this year, something else I’m working on is becoming an entrepreneur. I shouldn’t say becoming because I already am one. I just haven’t translated that into earning cash yet. I’ve translated it into lots of podcast listeners, blog readers, super amazing activities. But I’ve had a block with actually making money out of it.

Oh, it’s easy to say, “wait, nobody makes money from podcasting and writing. It’s just a labor of love.” But that’s not actually true. There are plenty of people out there in the world making money out of podcasting and writing. Even writing and podcasting on really obscure subjects.

I’m part of a history podcasts group on Facebook, and there are at least 50 people in the group who are making living wages doing podcasting full time. I know for a fact that I am as smart and talented as any one of them.

So what’s been holding me back? 

I am convinced that what’s holding me back from being a really kickass successful entrepreneur is the same thing that’s been holding me back from losing weight, and really living full on. There’s something there about not wanting to be seen, not wanting to be noticed, wanting to just fade into the background.

I don’t know exactly what it is, or where it came from, but the first fear that always comes up when I think about being a full time podcaster who is making a boatload of money from it is, “but who are you to do that? What will everybody think about you doing that, especially when lots of them have way more experience in it than me?”

There’s something about being a showoff, or stepping in to where I don’t have enough knowledge, or something about being seen. I kind of want to get on with things and be invisible, which is how I was at my old job. I got on with things quietly, I went to meetings, but mostly I was just working at home doing what I was meant to do, and making amazing things happen, and nobody really even knew it was me doing it.

It was all meant to change this past year in Spain. I was meant to have lost the weight, and really become successful on my own. That didn’t happen, and now we’re still in Spain for the foreseeable future. I’m convinced that there’s a reason behind it. This is my second chance to make the amazing shit happen, and I’m not going to waste it.

So here’s what I’ve done so far.

I signed up for Weight Watchers at the end of July, and am down about 10 pounds so far. Which is great, but I am struggling daily. Yesterday I stress-ate 6 spoonfuls of peanut butter because Hannah refused to take a nap, was on a serious sugar bender, and literally every other word out of her mouth was either, “I want,” or “why?”

Oh my God, it was awful. I was seriously hiding in the bathroom shoving peanut butter into my mouth at one point. No joke.

But I logged it all into my WW app, and I still have 19 weekly points left, so I’m not too far off the game yet.

I also shelled out for a business coach. 

This was the hardest for me because I really think I know a lot about business. Like, I read business books, and I can totally see stuff in other people. I could be a coach. I see other businesses failing, and it’s like, “well hang on, why don’t you do xyz?”

So why do I need a coach?

Because you can’t see it in yourself. I realized that I spent the last year throwing an amazing amount of shit at the wall, and none of it really came to any kind of fruition. This is because, I suspect, I have been confusing the Universe. I recognize the whole Law of Attraction scene, and I know that I need to be laser focused and just stay focused on one thing at a time, and then I will be rewarded.

This past year I threw the following at the wall:

  • my podcast
  • self publishing courses
  • podcasting courses
  • my books
  • library consulting work
  • writing about ebooks in libraries
  • my blog
  • tours for the podcast
  • books with other podcasters

And so you see, the Universe had nowhere to actually make anything happen. It was too scattered.

So with the help of my business coach, I am narrowing things down and focusing. It’s all about Renaissance English History. I make that happen through:

  • the podcast
  • tours and retreats that are marketed through the podcast
  • historical books that are marketed through the podcast
  • doing business coaching for others who want to start a podcast or take their podcast and technology to the next level
  • virtual tours about the history of my favorite cities in England

See, it’s all much more focused on English history, which is my passion anyway, much moreso than just writing about ebooks for the sake of them. I’m quite happy to help people self publish, in the context of history.

I’ve been working with her for about 2 weeks now, and I’m already feeling much more laser sharp.

And so, I’m Law of Attraction-ing myself an amazing life where I get paid to study Renaissance English history, and help others to discover and explore their own interests in history.