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Onboarding Sequence

So… last week I set up a new “newsletter onboarding sequence” for my author newsletter. Now, when a reader signs up for my list they get a few welcome emails automatically. A free novella (aka: reader magnet), a survey question, an introduction to me, and an invitation to try a new series. The welcome messages are spaced out over a few weeks. I did my best to make them entertaining.

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A Few More Thoughts on Voiceover

I’m halfway through my voiceover class, and my main takeaway is that I don’t want to do voiceover work. Voiceover, much like fiction writing, is a difficult way to earn money, and thus you need to truly love it to make the effort worthwhile. When it comes to audiobooks, my motivation for learning how to DIY was to reduce the cost, but the time would be just as costly. A 7.

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Writing Journal: Everything Happening at Once

Greetings, internet peeps. Last night, Seattle overflowed with santas. Old and young, female and male, bearded and blue-haired; santas in bars, on street corners, and santas shopping. I saw two santas riding scooters. Child santas in strollers. Grinch santas in furry green pants. Tipsy santas, giggling down the sidewalk. Shopping santas, standing in the long lines at Beechers Cheese. Santas taking selfies beneath the neon Pike Place Market sign.

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So Long as We're Not Traveling

When it comes to travel, especially international travel, we’ve had two years of playing football with Lucy. We’d hoped to take a trip after getting boosted, but we’re back to “let’s see how it goes” because things can go from”we mostly know what’s up” to “exciting new variants!” over the course of a day or two. Oh well! Que sera sera. I’m alive and so are my loved ones. That’s good enough for me.

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Writing Journal: Fun Facts about Spleens

Good morning, sleepy peeps. It’s a Lofi beats kind of morning. Not too fast, not too eager. The city is suffused in mist and it’s dark enough that the florescent lights in the tower across the street look nighttime bright. On misty days, I like to imagine Seattle from above, the towers poking up from the white fog, the glow of civilization below. We’re cocooned in atomized precipitation, the kind that leaves your skin damp and the streets shiny, all without a drop of rain.

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