Wednesday, April 18, 2012

WordServe Water Cooler

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I’m hanging out at the WordServe Water Cooler again today.

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Until next time. . . Sharon A. Lavy

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Almost Forever

By Deborah Raney

About the author:
I had the privilege of working with Deborah for two years while I was membership officer of the ACFW operating board.

Deborah Raney's was an award winning author right out of the gate. Her first novel, A Vow to Cherish, was awarded a Silver Angel from Excellence in Media and inspired the acclaimed World Wide Pictures film of the same title.

Since then her books have won the RITA Award, the HOLT Medallion, and the National Readers' Choice Award; Raney was also a finalist for the Christy Award.

She and her husband, artist Ken Raney, make their home in their native Kansas.

The Blurb:
Unearthing a lost memory may cause her to lose everything she holds dear. but could it also set her free?

Volunteer Bryn Hennesey was there at the Grove Street Homeless Shelter the night five heroic firefighters died at the scene. Among them was her husband, Adam.

Now a terrifying absence of memory has her wondering if she might, in some way, be responsible. Garrett Edmonds' wife, Molly, was the only female firefighter to perish in the blaze. He was supposed to protect the woman he loved. now she's the one who's died a hero. How can he go on in the face of such unbearable loss?

And what started the fire that destroyed the dreams and futures of so many? Investigators are stumped. But someone knows the answer.. . .

   Bryn drew the queen of diamonds from the stack of playing cards on the wobbly table between her and Charley Branson. The grizzled Vietnam vet eyed her from his wheelchair as she discarded an ace. She put on her best poker face and pretended to rearrange her hand. From somewhere behind the peeling paint on the west wall, the pipes clanked in the bowels of the old hospital-turned-homeless-shelter, and the furnace kicked on. Not that it would raise the temperature in this mammoth icebox by one degree, but something about the hiss of radiators was comforting.
   Charlie drew a card from the tattered deck and flung it away too quickly. He must be close to going out. Good. It was two in the morning, and Bryn was hoping to catch a few hours of sleep before it was time to get breakfast going for the shelter’s residents.
   Her husband’s twenty-four-hour shift at the fire station ended tomorrow. Adam had said something about taking her to a matinee, and he’d be suspicious if she fell asleep during the movie. Of course, his invitation had come before their big fight. Knowing him, he’d still be brooding and they would stay home and sulk—or argue.
   Bryn shifted in the chair and rubbed the small of her back. She’d foregone sleep to stay up and play cards with Charlie in an effort to settle him down. He and the new guy had gotten into it again, and Charlie had been too worked up to sleep. He’d bulked at her suggestion to read, but she knew the real truth—he was lonely. Just needed someone to sit with him.
   Bryn had met Charlie at the library where she worked part-time. He was the most well-read man she knew, a fact that endeared him to Myrna Eckland, the library director at Hanover Falls’ public library. Myrna had given Charlie a few odd jobs in exchange for the right to spend his days reading in a quiet corner of the stacks before wheeling to the shelter each evening—after securing his word that he wouldn’t miss his daily shower, of course.
   Bryn slid the jack of diamonds from the draw pile and discarded it, but something made her stop and listen. Somewhere above them she heard an out-of-the-ordinary noise. She looked at Charlie. “Did you hear that? Shhh . . .”
   He put his free hand to his ear but shook his head. “I don’t hear anything, sis, but that don’t mean nothin’. My ears are no good.” He craned his neck toward the hallway, listening again. “It’s not the dogs is it?”
   Zeke Downing, a new client at the shelter, and brought a bulldog pup named Boss with him when he checked in two weeks ago. The pup had nipped at Charlie’s dog, Sparky, the first day Zeke was here, and Charlie had gone ballistic.
   Sparky was a stray that Susan Marlowe, the shelter’s director, let the old vet claim. Susan made Charlie keep the dog chained outside and buy its food out of his VA disability pension. But Charlie loved the mutt, a Labrador mix. Any friend of Sparky’s was a friend of Charlie’s, and any enemy of Sparky better watch out.

What Others Say:

In Almost Forever, Deborah Raney poses the overwhelming question, could you forgive yourself if you killed your husband and four other loved ones? Bryn Hennesey could not forgive herself, and she turns herself into the police after a divine revelation agrees with her suspicion that she left a candle burning that unintentionally started a tragic fire. The fire claimed the life of her husband and four other firefighters—including Molly Edmonds. Molly was Garret’s wife and, since losing her, he has struggled continually with grief. During the months after the fire, Bryn and Garret form a deep relationship through their heartache. Their friendship has the potential to be more, until Bryn’s confession derails everything. Garret then is torn, seeing her both as the person who caused the death of his wife, as well as the person who provided balm for his heart and soul during his wretched bereavement.

Deborah Raney takes readers directly into this story with real-life situations and lively dialogue. Raney keeps readers turning the pages with every twist and surprise the plot takes. At the end of the book readers feel they know Bryn and Garret personally. I would recommend this book to everyone because of its great messages of forgiveness and trust in God. – Kailey Traylor,

My Take:
Inspirational Fiction at its best. A book  with take home value.

Almost Forever is the first Deborah Raney book I have read. I knew she wrote women’s fiction and wasn’t sure I would enjoy that genre. I kept looking for “nice” suspense because I love a good mystery or suspense, but not bordering on horror or anything like that.

And then I learned from my advisors and critique partners that women’s fiction the genre that I write. Listen, people die in my stories. But the focus is on the relationships of the characters. That is what defines women’s fiction. And I certainly need to study the genre if that is where my own stories fall.

I saw this book at the ACFW writers conference book store and picked it up. Fire fighters? That didn’t sound too bland. I turned over to the back cover. Homeless shelter burns to the ground. Five firefighters die at the scene. And a woman needs to learn to forgive herself. Now that is women’s fiction that I can read and recommend.

And the often asked question arises. What is Christian Fiction? Should a Christian read fiction? I suggest you look in the back of the book at the discussion questions and see the lessons that can be learned by reading Almost Forever.

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Book Contest: See our book contest rules on the sidebar.

I purchased a copy of Almost Forever at the 2011 ACFW writers conference and Deborah kindly autographed it for me. Husband would love for me to clean off my book shelves somewhat so I’m offering to pass this one on to one blessed reader this week.

Book Contest weeks are from Saturday, when the review is posted through Friday. A new book review is posted each week which may or may not have a contest connected with it. See the Book contest information on the side bar.

Leave a comment on any of my blog my posts this week along with information how to get hold of you if you are the winner. Posts on facebook do not count. We only check the messages on the blog to pick a winner.

If we have enough comments to fulfill the criteria of the contest, we’d love to send one special person a copy of Almost Forever.

Q4U: How many books have you read so far this year? How many were novels?

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Spring Cleaning: A Time For a Teenager to Make Money

by Carol Topp

I'm Carol Topp a CPA (Certified Public Accountant) specializing in tax preparation, small/micro business accounting, and nonprofit accounting. I work from my home office in Cincinnati Ohio.  I also enjoy public speaking, writing magazine articles and helping nonprofit organizations.
Professional affiliations:
Certified Public Accountant (CPA) licensed in Ohio since 2000
Member of the Ohio Society of CPAs
Member of the National Associations of Tax Professionals 

Most people see spring as a time to declutter, clean out and recycle our unneeded stuff—but it is also a great opportunity for a teenager to make some money. There are several micro businesses a teenager can start by helping people with spring cleaning.
A micro business is a one-person business that can be started easily, usually without any up-front cash, 
using equipment that a teenager already owns. Micro businesses are usually very flexible so a busy 
student can keep up with homework, sports, and a social life while still earning some extra money. 
They may be temporary, only lasting a few weeks. On top of that, micro businesses are easy to start and 
easy to close down.
Here are some ideas for a micro business a teenager can start this spring:
· House cleaning: Offer to tackle large jobs like washing windows, moving furniture, etc. Many people are grateful for a young, strong teenager to help them with heavy lifting. What is easy for you might be very difficult for them, especially if they are an older person.
·  Routine house cleaning: Some customers need regular house cleaning and may hire you on a weekly or monthly basis. Don't wait for them to ask: offer to come weekly or twice a month and see what they say.
·Attic cleaning: Offer to help people do a job that they put off, such as cleaning an attic.
· Garage cleaning: A big job that can earn you big bucks!
· Yard cleanup: Offer to trim bushes, pull weeds, plant flowers and spread mulch to spruce up a yard.
·  Car and van cleaning: People spend a lot of time in their automobiles and their cars and vans need frequent cleaning. Melissa gladly paid to get her van cleaned inside and out every week because her four children could really make a mess in it. You can make some cash by offering to clean a van inside and out.
·  Organize. Organize a house, playroom or garage. Charge the customer for any bins, tubs and labels that you purchase for them and then add on the value of your time. Take before and after photos to use on your advertising fliers.
·  Declutter: Do you love HGTV shows on organization? You might be able to find someone to hire you to declutter their house like you see on TV.
·  Garage sales: Advertise, organize and run a garage sale for your neighbors. Get several
neighbors to participate together and really earn the bucks!
·  eBay sales: Offer to sell your neighbors' stuff on eBay and take a cut for yourself. Combine the decluttering, garage sale and eBay tasks into a full package to help your customers profit from their excess stuff.

 Do not be too hasty to reject some of these ideas. No one likes any job that has the word “cleaning” in it, but you will not be doing it for the rest of your life. A micro business based on spring cleaning does not have to last long—a  lot of money can be earned in a few weeks. It may take a bit of planning to be ready to work when the first signs of spring start.
Tips to get started:
1. Choose what you will offer: cleaning, decluttering, full packages, etc.
2. Who will be your customers? Think of places that people gather and see them as potential
customers. Focus on your neighborhood, your church, or families from your sports team. Make a list of neighbors, friends, teachers, your parents' friends, etc.
3. Conduct a market survey. Start by asking a few potential customers if they need your service and what price they are willing to pay.
4. Decide on a price. From the market survey, you should be able to set a fair price. You may get your first customers by undercharging the competition. One teenager charged half what other house cleaners were paid and quickly had several customers.
5. Volunteer to do a few jobs for free to practice your skills and to build a reputation. Use recommendations from these jobs in your advertising.
6. Launch your first advertising campaign. Try to use free advertising such as emails, on-line forums, Facebook posts, and handing out fliers to friends and neighbors. Be sure to include  several ways to contact you, including email and phone numbers.
Many people are very happy to hire teenagers for spring cleaning jobs. Start advertising your micro business services now and be ready when spring arrives.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Race Against Time

by Christy Barritt

About the author:
Christy Barritt has penned articles for Campus Life, Marriage Partnership, Blueridge Country, The Plain Truth, Guideposts for Teens, Brio, and The Lookout.

She's the author of the Squeaky Clean Mystery Series (Kregel Publications). Hazardous Duty, the first book in the series, took third place in the ACFW Book of the Year contest. The series is about a crime-scene cleaner who also solves crimes. The second book in the series, Suspicious Minds, will hit shelves in May 2008.

She also co-authored a non-fiction book, Changed: True Stories of Finding God in Christian Music. The book is currently available in Christian bookstores across the country.

Born and raised in Chesapeake, Virginia (suburbia, America), she journeyed off to college in Cincinnati where she majored in communications and psychology. She worked at a Christian publishing house for two and a half years after college. During this time, she also had a short jaunt in the independent Christian music field.

When family obligations called her home, she saw it as the push she needed to start writing again. The journey has been scary, she says, but it's definitely where she should be.

Christy is married to Scott, a high school teacher and funny man extraordinaire. In June 2006, they added a little boy named Eli to their happy mix. They also have two dogs and a houseplant named Martha. When Christy's not writing, she's also on staff part-time at Celebration Christian Church, where she leads worship each week.

For more information, visit her website at:

   As soon as Madison Jacobs stepped into her house, the sound of ticking crept from an unknown crevice and reverberated in her ears. She froze at the front door, car keys still in hand, and listened. She usually came home to the solitude of a quiet house.
   So what in the world was that noise?
   She'd only been gone twenty minutes—long enough to drop her son off at preschool and return home. Each tick tightened her nerves, winding them with more tension than a spring.
   Lincoln must have left the timer going on one of his toys, she realized. Didn't that windup dragon make a similar sound? Yes, it did.
   Madison let out an airy laugh, shook her head and closed the door, shutting out the bright rays of sunshine from outside. Of course, one of her son's toys was to blame. What else did she think it was? A bomb? She chastised herself again for her out-of-control imagination.
   Out of habit she clicked the lock on the front door into place. Being a single mom for the past three years, she tried to err on the side of caution. After depositing her purse and keys on the marble-topped table in the foyer, she glanced at her watch and saw she only had one hour before she had to meet with her next client. She had to get showered and changed out of her yoga pants and T-shirt—and fast.
   As she started down the hallway toward the bedroom in her ranch house, the ticking intensified. She paused at the bathroom door. Was that where the sound came from? Reaching inside the bathroom, she flipped on the lights. Her blue-and-yellow lighthouse-themed room came into view. On the bathroom counter between the faucet and the soap dispenser sat her son's old-fashioned egg timer. Had Lincoln actually taken her advice to brush his teeth for two minutes this morning? Perhaps he'd accidentally set the clock for longer.
   She picked the plastic device up, noting it was set to chime in twenty minutes, and twisted the handle until the bells jangled. Her nerves seemed to stretch tighter at the sound.
   But if her son had set the timer before they'd left this morning, why hadn't she heard anything? She remembered their rushed departure. The TV had been on, Lincoln had been singing his favorite preschool song, and she had been frantically trying to urge him out the door.
   Her schedule was tight today and she couldn't afford to even start it a minute late, knowing if she did her tardiness would have a domino effect and put her behind on all of her appointments.
   She tossed the timer into a drawer that overflowed with hairbrushes and toy boats, and then hurried across the hall to the spare bedroom-turned-office.  Finding her calendar, she checked her schedule one more time and reviewed her assignments for the day. Just seeing the jam-packed list made her feel weary. But she had to squeeze in as much work as possible. Making ends meet as a single parent was becoming harder and harder.
   She closed the calendar and, wasting no more time, went into the master bathroom. After showering she towel dried her shoulder-length honey-blond hair and threw on some khakis and a button-up white top. Five minutes later she'd applied make up, grabbed her camera from her office and started down the hall. She had fifteen minutes to get to her appointment. Time would be tight, but she could do it.
   She froze midway down the hall and placed a hand on her hip.
   What was that sound?
   She shook her head. It couldn't be…
   Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
   Fear pricked her skin.
   The timer? She'd turned it off. Thrown it in the drawer.
   Was she hearing things? The sound was subtle, subdued. Maybe the device had started again in the drawer? The thing was cheap, often turning off in the middle of one of Lincoln's time-out sessions. Had it turned on by itself now?
  She sighed and stepped back into the hallway bathroom. Flipping on the light, she yanked the drawer open and found the timer exactly where she'd thrown it. She picked it up and shook her head. Cheap thing. It had been free, sent as a part of an advertising campaign for some new company in town. What was that slogan? Don't Let Time Run Out on Our Special? Clever.
   Before she could twist the plastic white timer off, the bell jangled.
Madison jumped, dropping her camera bag onto the tiled bathroom floor. Papers detailing today's work scattered all over the room. Hand over her heart, she laughed at herself. Silly woman. Jumping at nothing.
   She dropped the timer back into the drawer, shaking her head. Why was she so skittish? And over something so silly?
   She caught a glance of herself in the mirror over the sink, noting the circles under her eyes. She'd been working too much lately, worried too much about finances. She leaned toward her reflection and wiped a streak of mascara under her eye. As she turned to leave, something in the mirror caught her eye.
   She glanced at the reflection of the shower curtain behind her.
   Her heart froze.
   A man stood there, a knife in his hand. Before she could scream, he grabbed her.

   Brody Philips always considered sweat a good measure of hard work. If that was the case, then his jog this morning should earn him a vacation. He continued on his ten-mile run, nearly finished now. The hot and muggy day couldn't even be eased by the gentle breeze that floated from the Chesapeake Bay.
   The part of the Bay he lived by wasn't the sandy beach area. Instead, marsh grasses jutted up and little streams filled with tadpoles and crabs meandered between the foliage. Herons and egrets made their homes in the sun-bleached wetland area. Finally the grasses subsided until the glorious blue of the bay shone in the distance.
   His house—actually, his cousin's house that had been kindly loaned out to Brody for the next several months while his cousin was stationed with the army in the Middle East—stood in the distance. He passed the home of his one and only neighbor on the secluded street.
   He'd met her once. Madison Jacobs. She'd come over that first week after he'd moved in to introduce herself. She seemed nice enough and certainly she was easy on the eyes. But Brody hadn't moved here to make friends, not even acquaintances, really. He'd moved here to get away from everything about his past in New York.
   The secluded little Virginia town was the perfect spot for his self-imposed hiatus from his old life. He'd taken a job as a detective for the county's sheriff's department, one that was considerably slower paced than his former position in the Big Apple. Aside from his job, he avoided most of the townspeople when possible and whenever he needed a dose of anonymity, he visited the nearby city of Newport News or headed to Virginia Beach.
   His neighbor had seemed to take the hint and hadn't bothered him since that first introduction when he'd moved in. The woman—pretty with her sun-kissed skin, natural blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes—would smile tightly and wave as she passed him in her SUV coming and going. The action wasn't overly exuberant, but appeared to be more of a forced courtesy.
   Perhaps he should have been friendlier when she'd rung his doorbell, toddler and cookies in tow. He'd taken one look at her and known that getting to know her better would be way too tempting. Instead, he'd done the opposite and offered as little information about himself as possible before insisting he was in the middle of something so she'd go home. Her eyes had changed from friendly to perceptive and then annoyed as he'd closed the door. Good. It was better that way.
   As his feet hit the dusty road, rocks crunching beneath him, a sharp, high-pitched sound split the air.
   Brody slowed his pace and wiped the perspiration around his face with the bottom of his T-shirt. Was that a scream? Or was it the shrieking call of one of the marsh birds?
   He glanced at Madison's house. Her car was in the driveway, but he didn't see her anywhere. She must be inside, either chasing her toddler or doing some work. He couldn't be positive, but his best guess was that the woman worked at home.
   His jog slowed to a walk, and he kept his ear attuned for any more sounds. Nothing. He must have imagined the earlier noise.
   He tried to be satisfied with that, but he wasn't convinced. He was a detective. His finely trained instincts told him to stay on guard.
   Something crashed in the distance. The sound had definitely come from Madison's house. His muscles tensed. He should go back to his house, get his gun. But everything in him screamed to get to her house, that time couldn't be wasted.
   He ran across crunchy grass toward his neighbor's brick ranch. His gaze scanned the house as he approached. Nothing appeared out of place. The closed shades made it impossible to see inside.
   He crept onto the wooden porch, grabbing a baseball bat left on a rocking chair. Slowly he twisted the brass handle of the front door.
Something else crashed inside. A woman cried out.
He pictured Madison's pretty face and imagined the horrors that might be going on inside. Adrenaline surged in him. He backed up and, on the count of three, charged forward. His shoulder impacted with the door. Wood split, cracked, then crashed.
The foyer stood before him. Dust and wood particles settled to the tile floor. Then an eerie quiet filled the space.
"Hello? Anyone home?" Brody stepped over the door, his ears attuned for any telltale signs. Bat in hand, he peered around the corner into the hallway.
A shadow passed by a door in the distance.
Sucking in a deep breath, he braced himself for whatever was to come.

My Take:
Another Great Read with Take Away Value.

What makes a satisfying ending to a Suspense novel? For me I must have answers. It is not enough to know who-dun-it, but I also want to know why.

What went wrong in this person’s life that set them on the wrong path? Or were they just born a monster? Why choose the victim or victims that were chosen? Why Madison?

And what do the characters learn in the process of solving the crime?

RACE AGAINST TIME satisfies on all points.

Why Read Christian Fiction? Let me share the questions at the end RACE AGAINST TIME:

Questions For Discussion

1. Brody acknowledges that in his past, he didn’t give enough thought to how he treated people. He regrets that today. How do you treat people? Any regrets?

2. Brody feels guilt over his past. Is there anything ou still feel guilty about? What actions can you take to relieve that guile?

3. Is guilt always caused by sin or is it sometimes caused by the enemy, as well? Are there times whe our guilt isn’t justified” How dan you know the difference?

4. Sometimes the hardest person to forgive is ourselves. What are some simple steps we can take to make this happen?

5. Why is forgiving ourselves important? If we don’t forgive ourselves, how does that effect us emotionally, spiritually and even physically?

6. Read Matthew 6:15. Even more than forgiving ourselves, we desperately need God’s forgiveness I our lives. How can we obtain that?

7. Madison and her husband dreamed dreams together that were unrealized after his death. What’s the hardest part of realizing your dreams are out of reach? How can we find hope in knowing that God can change our dreams into something even more beautiful when we trust Him?

8. Madison has already lost one man that she loved. She fears losing someone else in her life and the pain that inevitably comes with that. How can we rise above our ears? Why is this important?

9. Read Philippians 4:6. Fear and anxiety often go hand in hand. How does the Bible say to get rid of anxiety?

10. If we never did anything we feared, we’d be stuck in a self-made comfort zone. Growth happens when we aren’t afraid to risk. Is there a fear you need to conquer in order that you might grow stronger?

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Book Contest: See our book contest rules on the sidebar.

My friend Christy sent me an author signed copy of Race Against Time and I’m offering to pass it on to one blessed reader this week.

Book Contest weeks are from Saturday, when the review is posted through Friday. A new book review is posted each week which may or may not have a contest connected with it. See the Book contest information on the side bar.

Leave a comment on any of my blog my posts this week along with information how to get hold of you if you are the winner. Posts on facebook do not count. We only check the messages on the blog to pick a winner.

We’d love to send one special person a copy of Race Against Time.

Q4U: Do you like to read suspense? Why or why not?

Thursday, April 5, 2012

How Do I Get Started As A Virtual Assistant?

Alyice Edrich

Becoming a virtual assistant is probably one of the easiest businesses to start from home. All you need to get started are a few basics: a quiet place to work, a computer, Internet access, office supplies, and of course, computer programs like Microsoft Word and Excel.

But before you jump head first into starting your virtual assistance business, you need to make sure you're up for the task by asking yourself three essential questions:
  • How am I at taking directions from others?
  • Am I the type of person that can get things done on someone else’s deadline?
  • Am I organized enough to keep accounts in proper order?
If you can answer yes to these questions, you’re off to a good start.

Once you've had a chance to mull over these questions, realizing that while this is "your business" you'll still be answering to someone else, it's time to start planning your new business venture.

Below are ten tips to help you get started as a virtual assistant.
  1. Get a business license. Your city will have a specific set of dos and don'ts about running a business from your home, make sure you understand them all.
  2. Make a list of all the skills you possess. Understanding your skill level will help you figure how what type of clients you should pitch to. Ask yourself questions like:

    • What are your computer skills?
    • What programs you are fluent in?
    • What programs you are willing to learn?
    • How are your phone skills?
    • What are your organization skills?
    • Are you capable of running errands?
    • What is your degree in?
    • What job experience can you transfer over?
  3. Seek an audience. Once you’ve determined your skills, look for an audience that matches those skills. Should you work with real estate, manufacturing, lawyers, or small business professionals?
  4. Design a price sheet. A price sheet lists your services for that target audience, breaking your services down by per project fees, including a time approximation for each job.
  5. Send an introduction letter. Write a letter of introduction to local businesses that meet that target audience. Place it in an envelope along with a business card that has your photo on it and your price sheet, address it, and mail it out.
  6. Create a business profile site. Design a website that emphasizes your services and skills so people have a place to learn more about your when your business hours are closed. If you're skills are really specialized, you may also want to include a blog and write posts that share tips to help clients, and potential clients work with you more efficiently.
  7. Join local business organizations. Join the local Chamber of Commerce and attend their weekly and monthly meetings. Wear a name tag that lists you as Virtual Assistant. Underneath your title, put your first and last name. Participate in the meetings, but don't try to sell your service. Get people to trust and know you, they'll remember you by your tag and come to you when they have to outsource.
  8. Make follow up calls. Follow up with any contacts you made through networking events or after distributing your introduction letters. Make sure you call them, don't rely on another form letter, or handwritten note.
  9. Create a portfolio. Develop a sample portfolio to show your potential clients. If you intend to use previous work as samples, get written permission from your clients. If you don't have any clients, do a little promo work in exchange for a good letter of recommendation.
  10. Advertise locally. Advertise in the local paper until you get your first set of clients. Once your clients are satisfied with you, give them an incentive to help spread the word about your business.

Alyice Edrich is a freelance writer and mixed media artist. Stop or to read her articles on crafting, parenting, home business, and writing OR to buy art, digital sheets, e-books, and more.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Where you'll find me

I’m hanging out at the Barn Door Book Loft this week, talking abut books.

Come on over and catch my post

Until next time. . . Sharon A. Lavy