Because I honestly do NOT have time.
Between the Just Over Broke, the Shopify shop, I'm far too freaking busy.
Granted, I'd MUCH prefer you just shop with me on my .com site, so I can make a good living that way with selling the coffee mugs, but the Just Over Broke pays the bills right now, and well, ya know, money is money. So please take a little time every week or so to check out the webstore and see what else I have added and do some shopping with me so I can get out of the Just Over Broke.
I've moved everything from Etsy to the Shopify site, because the way Etsy has been going, Shopify is going to be cheaper overall. Yes, I know, there's more traffic at Etsy and I have to drive my own to Shopify, but there's all these pesky stupid things Etsy has been doing over the last couple of years that make me go, hmmmm, maybe I should look into Shopify after all and go with that. So the mug designs are all going up there. Pet lovers, get your groove on with some nifty mugs and travel tumblers and water bottoles and eventually even some sippy cups when I get that far.
No, I won't be doing other things like clothes and tote bags and phone cases and etc. Too much work for what I'd get out of it. My niche is rather limited to some, but it's a good niche. With being able to limit myself to that, instead of a "Hey, let's do every design possible" approach, it's going to be a lot of great designs a lot faster. My goal is to get to where I can advertise in various animal show programs with a business card sized ad to draw traffic. Cheap but effective. There's also online shows, and those aren't that expensive, either.
Yes, the baby quilts, candles, handmade jewelry, and my knitting patterns are all going into the Shopify shop as well. Other than the knitting patterns, the other items will eventually sell out and disappear, leaving only instant PDF downloads of the patterns and POD drinkware. Passive income that means I can relax with the business instead of slogging at the plant.
I know ... I'm not much of a writer anymore, just things went so far south with the land and cabin thanks to the spousal unit (who I'm stuck with for another year until he's off probation, then I can encourage him to leave permanently), and it all just kind of killed me inside.
So the year is nearly gone, the election's over (and we'll have a freakin' imbecilic pedophile in office apparently - yes, I voted for Trump), COVID is still running rampant, and fall is thoroughly here.
I will say it's going to be a day for weather here, though. It's basically just after sunrise here, nearly full sunrise (the joys of second shift, you don't see sunsets, you see sunrises, and sleep all day), and there's rain expected in a few hours. From the look of the sky, it's going to be a downpour, because the skies are so gray that the sunlight is barely filtering through. Not seeing any pink or other pretty sunrise colors this morning.
I'm out of here. I still have to fix and eat my dinner and get a shower in for work tonight. Also, I need to do my best not to cry over the loss of my home...again. HE keeps saying that one day, we'll get back to it. No, we won't, at least not together. If I do it again, it will be on my own, and probably, sadly, on grid. At this point, I don't know if I can do any of it again. I'm just that thoroughly defeated, even after nearly three years.
