Despite thinking (hoping) that I might get a lie in this morning, my disfunctional body clock had me awake at first light.
Today is presentation day for the Small Sparks grant applications and as well as the presentation itself, this morning I’ve written some business and product ideas, not related to my historic trades but neat little products which I can make and sell. The materials are cheap, my labout is free but the perceived value of the things I’ve come up with is sufficient to give me some very good profit margins. Starting small – as you do in business – but there are growth plans in the proposal.
As at least one of my detractors has pointed out, Gilbert House Publishing is not a company. This was pointed out to third parties, in such a way as to belittle it and me. I know it’s not a company! I never claimed it was! It’s merely a vehicle (and there’ll be others) as a trading name for me as a sole trader. All above-board and legal. It’s not much (as has been pointed out) but it has involved a degree of work and finance and I have limited means at the moment. I’m trying to make the most of what I have, yet not limiting myself to one venture or job. When I’m working 16-20 hour days, there’s plenty of time to get lots of things done, which is why I need that netbook.
So why do people insist on putting me down and belittling what I’m trying to do? Why not encourage me? Partly because they’re misinformed and some just want to keep me down. If any of them bothered to face me (and none have), they’d see I’m hardly drinking any more and I’m doing my best; what I can with what I have.
I’m having a go.
From Small Sparks
Captain’s Log, supplementary:
Stardate 26.02.14 (11.42)
The Small Sparks application was successful, so the netbook is on its way.
I also have the offer of a room, laundry and baths as required and nothing has been asked for in return: it’s just a kind gesture from a young lady. I shall insist on cooking to pay my way though, as I like to wear the apron.
And there’s no relationship other than one of mutual convenience, so this time there’ll be no fire from the sparks.
I’ll have a go.