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It’s Sunday, but as far as this household goes, it’s our first day “back to work.” Or for some of us, it’s time to recover from the whirlwind of holiday activity. I put “back to work” in quotes because unlike MaineMan, my work is at home with Agnes and an afternoon Corona (from time to time). MaineMan actually had to wake up to an alarm this morning, pack his lunch, put on his uniform and face a 30-minute commute. Those days for me are over, and I have to say I am thankful.
MaineMan’s parents fly back to Vermont early tomorrow morning, and they’re leaving behind a kitchen stacked with food, many exciting memories and a puppy who’s enjoyed being spoiled by not two, but four sets of hands. Agnes is going to wake up tomorrow and wonder what happened to her extra walks and extra laps on the couch.
We have had an absolute blast and it’s going to be awfully quiet this week. That means a lot more time to focus on a few things: writing here on my blog, editing my kid’s book and figuring out the “what’s next?” strategy for my sitting business, Rascals, Inc. I’m going to try and walk you through the process of starting up a business so in case any of you are inspired, I may be able to offer some guidance and (non-) expertise.
I hope you had a wonderful holiday and that 2012 has started off with a bang. It certainly has here.
I’ve been quiet here the last week or so because I’ve been busier than Santa’s elves on Christmas Eve. I’m sleeping at night, but the excitement for the future and what I’m working on has made it tough to really get those eight hours in. MaineMan will be talking to me and halfway in he’ll stop himself and say, “Someone’s in the ZONE!”
“What, honey?”
I wake up in the mornings sans alarm around 6:30 a.m. to quickly check my phone for e-mails and to update my multiple social networks so I can keep building my platform and (hopefully) my future clientele.
What’s this platform I speak of? Definition (thank you About.com): Like a physical platform can be “a stage for public speaking,” a media platform refers to a vehicle that gives an author—and his or her books—a built-in audience.
Author. Books. There. I said it. I have written a children’s book. But I am no published author yet. I am in stage 10 or so of editing and reworking it, but I think it has potential (like Kit in “Pretty Woman”) and I hope, with every ounce of my being and all toes and fingers crossed that an agent out there will like it and love the characters and the lessons as much as I do.
This blog is my platform. My Twitter page is my platform (follow me, but don’t judge me). I suppose Facebook is even my platform. Thank you, readers, for coming back here over the years and I hope to continue to grow my platform so publishers can see, though my daily traffic is a blip on the Google scale of analytics, I do have loyal readers, friends and family out there.
While the book is my be-all, end-all dream (as it is to continue writing and possibly make a living doing so), I’ve also decided to start a small business on the side. I built this website, Facebook page and Twitter feed (seriously, if you need help with any form of social media, I’m your butterfly), but I was nervous to share it with people. I kept second-guessing myself that maybe it was a silly idea and nobody would take me seriously. Well, one woman has and I may be watching her pets for three days in December (knock on bone). Thank you, Dad, for that 3 a.m. phone call (it wasn’t really 3 a.m., but you know what I mean), “You really should just start a business…We have this woman, in New Canaan, who pet-sits and house-sits…”
Rascals, Inc. is my little pet, plant, house, whatever-sitting service you could possibly need and with Thanksgiving around the corner, I hope there may be some people looking to make last minute arrangements for their pets. So please, spread Rascals, Inc. to anyone you know in the Los Angeles area who could use my services. (A real www. and logo is to come, so stay tuned).
I’m having fun planning everything and couldn’t keep the secrets anymore. And for me and the pets, either should you.


