I am not going to be able to attend any in-person conferences this year, mainly because my kitty, Miss Finn, is battling kidney disease and leaving her longer than a daytime length of time is impossible. She needs meds, care, and fluids every day or every other day... and I have no one to help me do any of that...
But, I am attending online conferences this year that will help me build my business this year. The first was Sarra Cannon's Your Path Forward, which was a one-day seminar, sort of a crash-course in planning 2024, focusing on what you really want... because everyone's path in publishing is different. The second is also from Sarra Cannon, and it's her amazing Publish & Thrive! I am really excited that I finally joined onto this one, though, because she is a wealth of information, and now she will be setting up the files as a live index, which means that as an alumni, I will be able to always access her files, and she will be updating her files as things change in the publishing world. That right there is worth the cost of the course. Sarra Cannon's world exists on Heart Breathings and you can find her courses and YouTube channel and links there. Third is the Indie Conference 2024 from Elana Johnson. That is all about our author business and will have a ton of speakers on this topic, and so I am psyched to dig into that too. Elana Johnson can be found here, on the Indie Inspiration Conference sign-up page, or on her publishing website, Feel-Good Fiction. I'm planning on blogging more, and building my online presence outside of Facebook... every day is a challenge to remember what to do and to cover all the bases, but I am going to try.
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Today marks the day that one year ago, in SW Oregon, my husband came home from work all excited because his company told him they wanted him to manage the East Coast timberlands. That day began the ending of my dreams and my life at Rosemary Hill. I spent a year pissed at his company for completely destroying our lives with their lies and manipulations, I was pissed at my husband for most of the year for going along with their absolute bullshit, and I was mad at myself for not being able to stop it from happening. I lost everything. And today, one year later, I had to sign over ownership of Rosemary Hill to the same fucking company that destroyed my dreams. They now own my goofy, crooked home, my once-gorgeous gardens, my beautiful 12-foot-long garden table Charley built for me, the shop, my beautiful acreage... the sunsets from my gardens I planted, my irreplaceable oak forest, my plans for my lavender farm, my chickens, my bees, our friends.... everything. But, I am no longer mad at my husband and I am no longer mad at myself. That company, however, will be on my shitlist forever. Beyond forever. There is nothing they can do to make this right unless they want to send me a check for another $3 million. We'd be even then. Otherwise, I don't want anything to do with them... they do not care about me. They erased me, ignored me, and everything I love and worked on was thrown in the trash. So, done. I have stuffed them in my Hate Box, I lit in on fire, and pushed it over a cliff. See ya, assholes! We have lost over $38,000 on this move, and it was going to be more, but my husband insisted on a 3-day close instead of the RIDICULOUS 90-day close they had originally put in the offer. Our costs for our Oregon property is $3600/mo., and we have now paid for 8 months... and they wanted 10. Good lord. Get away from me!!! Our savings are gone, and we are starting over from scratch... again. And the stupid thing is, I predicted all of this. I told all of them that the house wouldn't sell in six months or less, I told him that this was going to cost us everything, that they would in no way cover all of our expenses to make this move make sense. And they haven't. Nothing about this move has made sense. The one thing that could have been better was his job here. That's it. Everything else is worse. They also lied about the corporate culture here, they said whatever corporate bullshit they had to in order to convince him to take this job, and their "bonuses" were a joke. And then, THEN, when we were finally getting to the point where they were purchasing our Oregon property a few weeks ago (weeks late, btw), the woman in charge of this said to him, "Well, I guess we're taking a hit on this deal." Seriously? THEY are losing?? They're taking a hit?? OMFG! I lost EVERYTHING. LITERALLY EVERYTHING. I hope they lose GOBS of money... because I lost everything! Unbelievable. Starting over...So, move #13 in 27 years will happen this year. Yes, even after I swore I'd never move until we were done with this insane stint in eastern NC, but I have to get out of this town. I have to get away from that company, and this town was their choice. There is nothing here for us, and no reason to stay.
Over the next three months, we should be able to get this house ready to sell and then we will be able to buy a new house south of here, in Rocky Mount. So, until then, I'll be focusing on filing taxes and repacking us for the move. And then, after moving, I will need a few weeks of painting and decorating the new house. Then the books will follow. And the art will follow. I will be able to think clearly again. And I have the perfect villain for Book 2 of my Birdsong Bay series: The business that tries to take over the town with its lies and manipulations, while treating the families of their employees like shit will go down... everyone will be sent to prison and then their business will mysteriously burn to the ground. Just a little fictional revenge to make my little heart skip a beat. But that will be all the attention they get after this post. Unless they do something else extra stupid enough for me to mention... but I'm done with them. I'm posting this to put this stupid, asinine year to bed. I will always miss you, Rosemary Hill. You were everything to me and there will never be another you. I'm hoping to maybe, someday, find another spot above a valley that will give me the happiness I had when I lived at Rosemary Hill. |
Hello, 2023!Cynthia Moyer here... I have written and published six novels, but it feels like that was a lifetime ago. But all of that changes now. Buckle up.
Where have I been anyway?In 2019, we bought a farm. Then COVID happened. Then farm chores kicked in and it seemed like I never got back to the computer. All of my editing work went toward the farm, and I loved everything about my Rosemary Hill. Archives
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