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Down to Business

I will probably never blog here with the same faithfulness that I used to. However, that does not mean that I'm not writing.


In fact, I've started a small business:


(Thanks to my father for designing the logo)

The business is simple: as my website quips, it's "designed to preserve the irreplaceable life stories of people in written, audio or video form."


You see, my grandmother passed away a year ago this month. And, as I have previously posted, I am (very slowly) working on a book-size project that snapshots my family in the weeks around her death.


But the timing of her death led to this idea for my business. You see, she died before I could really sit down with her and record her life stories. We had even planned to do it the summer before she died, but it didn't work out. I regretted that deeply when she was gone.


I want other people to be able to keep their heritage, their inherited stories, and I don't want their possible lack of time, equipment or skill to keep them from doing that. And I have the skill and heart for just such a thing. So, I've fumbled my way into a business, step by awkward step. It's the whole nine yards, too, with an LLC license from the Secretary of the State, a website, a business account, all of it. I've been stumbling around in the dark, one domino leading to the next, and having a lot of fun grappling with the creation of a business - something I never ever thought I would do. But the challenge has been delicious.


I may update here infrequently as the mood strikes me, but I won't be attending to this blog with my previous regularity (even as irregular as that was). However, if you are looking to read my writing, I have started to keep a blog on the website. Every couple of days on the Memories in Print blog, I have been posting some of my favorite family stories, both for fun and as an example for the website. It is a different and more narrow focus than what was here, but it is writing nonetheless.


The website is:



Go there. Read me. Hire me. Or ignore me. You are, of course, free to do what you want.


And if you never come here again and if you never go there ever, let me say thank you for being here at all. The knowledge of you being out there, caring to read what I wrote, made the writing easier. There is a lot of content in the wide world to read, and you chose to spend your limited time reading mine. Thank you for that gift.
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Sheri said…
I've begun following Memories in Print. What a great idea for a business. You truly are gifted and I enjoy reading whenever and whatever you write.
28/5/11 8:29 AM
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