We celebrated Jotsalot's first birthday by doing our taxes. The Marketing and PR Departments thought huddling in a dark corner over pitchers and wings was the way to celebrate, but I'm the boss. Maybe not the brains, but the boss.
Thank goodness the Plasma Sales Division generated pure profit because the Publishing and Companionship Sales Divisions were--cute. Not puppy cuddly cute, gum will hide the tequila breath cute. Not too bad for a first year, although I really expected to have more to show people like. . .um. . . something.
Many of you received the inaugural marketing ploy t-shirt with corporate tramp stamp. I did invent the corporate tramp stamp and I'm really hoping that will lift the company into the black. I'm not pinning my hopes on it, though. You pin hopes on lottery tickets and rich widows who like tequila. The corporate tramp stamp is a well thought out plan for the future just ask Ms M.
Technically the first year was a learning experience on so many unsharable levels. I understand a lot more and have a more defined vision for the business. I think focus will help.
That's all there is from Jotsalot this week.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Fishing a New Stream of Consciousness
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| Mr B |
His response was businesslike, yet playfully cryptic.
"Splashing around in a river isn't always about finding food, sometimes it's just plain fun to bitch slap a salmon."
I think that says it all, or at least something. It certainly sums up the approach of Jotaslot's Secret Projects Department. Really, it needn't be a secret and I'm only using it as a ruse to keep you coming back. "Will it be this week he reveals he's started writing a children's book?" One of the secret projects is a children's book that I think will make the parents and kids laugh. If nothing else, we're about fun around here. Fun and Ka-ch$ng!
Timpkins' books are an evolving work I really hoped to have had finished by now. We started with the idea of four separate books tentatively titled Wisdom, Vices, Virtues and Misspent Youth (I never liked that one. I don't think she reads this so I can say that.) I had redecided to put them together in one book, but now that I see them listed it might be fun to mix Wisdom & Vices and Virtues & Misspent Youth.
What do you think?
Friday, March 11, 2011
Repressing Memories of Deadlines Passed
On Monday I decided reading once in awhile isn't such a bad idea. Peek at what others are doing, support the industry, look smart that sort of thing, but now I'm not too sure. Someone recommended a book which begins with the dog dying. At least Old Yeller offered up a few happy moments before--you know. I can't say any more about it because I haven't read it, but I suspect I won't fall out of bed laughing.
This week was all about working on the secret projects that give me goosebumps. And no, not another greeting card those goosebumps are because it's cold and I'm naked. Actually, the last Christmas card wasn't so bad because the string of lights and tinsel were surprisingly warm. I'm talking about magical goosebumps that only appear when you're doing exactly what you were put on Earth to do. One project is for me and no one else will ever see it. You might see parts of it, but you won't know it's from it or I'll never be able to write it. The other I hope you'll see because showing it off is the reason I'm doing it; showing it off and goosebumps. I'm having way too much fun right now to even pretend it's work.
Yeah, about the title. Perhapsing here, but creating 126 illustrations in three months was thinking too ambitiously. Sometimes I hate the mortal limitations of time and attention span. They're inversely related, if you think about it.
This week was all about working on the secret projects that give me goosebumps. And no, not another greeting card those goosebumps are because it's cold and I'm naked. Actually, the last Christmas card wasn't so bad because the string of lights and tinsel were surprisingly warm. I'm talking about magical goosebumps that only appear when you're doing exactly what you were put on Earth to do. One project is for me and no one else will ever see it. You might see parts of it, but you won't know it's from it or I'll never be able to write it. The other I hope you'll see because showing it off is the reason I'm doing it; showing it off and goosebumps. I'm having way too much fun right now to even pretend it's work.
Yeah, about the title. Perhapsing here, but creating 126 illustrations in three months was thinking too ambitiously. Sometimes I hate the mortal limitations of time and attention span. They're inversely related, if you think about it.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Love, Technically Speaking
I love the familiar and by familiar I mean low tech and by low tech I mean pencil. Pencils respect my giant intellect and do exactly what I want them to do with unquestioning awe. They never question my spelling with squiggly red lines or try to finish my words. Oh yeah, Auto Spell reminds me of the very first dirty joke I brought home from grade school
A: What word begins with f and ends with u-c-k?
B: I don't know.
A: Firetruck.
Yep, that one wowwed the dinner table and I wasn't even trying to use it as a verb. Nor was I trying to use it as a verb all last week when I was trying to print landscape and my computer wouldn't let me. But the superiority of pencils over computers isn't really what I learned last week. I've known that for years. It's the superiority of creativity over machine.
I love the wonder of making thoughts appear. I'm amazed how scratching words across paper can create something that makes me laugh for days or how painting chemicals on an ordinary sheet of paper lets it capture light and I can hand that piece of paper to anyone, at any time, and they can see that light and I can say, "This moment of light was important to me and I want to share it with you."
I think I just wrote the Jotsalot Media creed. Odd, I meant to ask whether you would like to hold a real book or an ebook and I just answered my own question.
A: What word begins with f and ends with u-c-k?
B: I don't know.
A: Firetruck.
Yep, that one wowwed the dinner table and I wasn't even trying to use it as a verb. Nor was I trying to use it as a verb all last week when I was trying to print landscape and my computer wouldn't let me. But the superiority of pencils over computers isn't really what I learned last week. I've known that for years. It's the superiority of creativity over machine.
I love the wonder of making thoughts appear. I'm amazed how scratching words across paper can create something that makes me laugh for days or how painting chemicals on an ordinary sheet of paper lets it capture light and I can hand that piece of paper to anyone, at any time, and they can see that light and I can say, "This moment of light was important to me and I want to share it with you."
I think I just wrote the Jotsalot Media creed. Odd, I meant to ask whether you would like to hold a real book or an ebook and I just answered my own question.
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