Showing posts with label business. Show all posts
Showing posts with label business. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Reviews

Alessia Brio, writer and editor, was kind enough to include my story "Sock Love" in Coming Together Volume 2. The anthology was reviewed by Mrs. Giggles, and I am miffed. I didn't get nearly the amount of vitriol other authors got, and frankly, I feel slighted. I'm pretty proud of that story, and I'd like to think it deserves more than a dismissive comment about "shagging laundry." Hmpf. If you can't say something nice, Mrs. Giggles, then at least say something creative. *grin*

On the other hand, I've added a page of reviews to the Cockamamie Soaps website, and just re-reading those as I posted them made me feel warm and fuzzy. I've sold sixteen soaps so far, and made back about half of my startup costs. Although Mom mocked me for doing market research for a home-based small business, I'm proud of being businesslike and sensible about the whole thing. If I haven't at least broken even by the end of the year, I'll let the domain name expire and call it a learning experience. Until then, I'm having fun with my silly soaps.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Yay me!

Not only have I gotten through the last two days without killing one of several Clientzillas, I've sold ten soaps so far.

Sadly, that's the closest I come to excitement these days. Ah well. Into each life a measure of tedium must fall, I guess.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I would not have used that word, but I JUST GOT MY FIRST ORDER!!!

This is just so freaking exciting! Now I want to go make the soaps right now, even if it is 9:45 p.m. *giggle*

A friend smoothed out the html for the Paypal buttons, and when I offered her a Wet Willy, she said, "I'd love one. Will code for soap." *grin*

Tomorrow, I get to stay home from work and babysit the four year old nephew. I have Chicken Run on DVD, place cards to decorate for Easter dinner, and Easter cards to decorate for family. Plus, of course, there are the dogs to be petted and spoiled, so I think five hours should pass fairly easily. Yesterday, on the phone, Alabaster piped up with "I love you, Aunt Jammies," and my heart just melted.