It's a Wednesday, the first in four weeks that I've had off, and guess what I did. I finally landed on that cursed mailing list that has been testing my patience and sanity for weeks.
It's done. It's over. The beast of a chore is dead and buried six feet below alongside my aspirations to be a professional wrestler.
Oh, what could have been.
I toyed with the ideas of Wix, Squarespace and yadda yadda yadda but none felt right. And if you follow my blogs (because I'm not present anywhere else) you'll know that I often make choices based solely on my gut.
I call it my caveman vibe, if it's off, that hairy ancestor of mine gives me warning and something I don't understand tells me to act.
I'm waffling already. Looks it's late and I'm all hopped up on endorphins from actually doing a thing off that list!
I couldn't figure it and decision paralysis was setting in like Medusa herself had those seductive eyes on me. So I took a break, did the dishes, shaved my milky white dome and harrased the cat for a little while.
When I finally came back to the laptop, it hit me. This blog. This ancient rotting corpse of creativity, this mind rot bog of my evacuated ideas just sat here stinking away. This would be the home of my landing page and mailing list.
I took to ChatGPT and asked for help coding some refurbishments to the page. One £13 domain name later and here she stands.
www.johnjanderson.com
I don't care for vast online engagement, but according to my well-crafted 5 year plan for maximising my self-published books, that mailing list is pivotal. But this was something lingering, it's now planted firmly in the solid ground.
My baby blog, this triumphant disgusting forgotten child has finally had the love it deserves from it's creator.
So do me a favour, subscribe to that damn mailing list. I'm figuring out the kinks to ensure a giveaway of the first chapter of Organ, and we can finally get this horrendously slow task behind us for good.
Oh!
I'm taking a break from work for a week coming up and guess what I plan on finishing?
Bulldog Two: Into the Fires!
I'm buzzed to get this follow up to Bulldog One finally finalised and in front of your eyes, it's a beast of a book. Strap in for the monsters looking at your windows.
Let's fucking go.
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