(because traditional blogging gives me a bit of anxiety)







































 

it's was damn near 6am on a saturday. i rose before the sun and couldn't figure out why. initially, i thought it was just excitement because i was picking up my [puppy] daughter. 
but something said:

"harleigh, it's time. i know you said june, but the time is now.

so i...

purchased my domain(s)

created an account with my web host

wrote 3k on a [new] work in progress 

i planned to wait until 6 months into my authorpreneurship before getting a digital home. for several reasons, but these are the top ones:

i want it to serves as another marketing tool, but also feel like home away from home for site visitors; instead of a "stuff mart"

i think after three weeks of maxed out twitter threads, my #twitterdiaries need to be revamped and given a permanent home

i want it to be a town in itself. like my own little wraparound porch, where i sat in my rocking chair, in my own little shaded corner, sipping lemonade and recounting the places i visited in my dreams and people whose stories stayed on my heart long after i met the sun each morning. then party when i’ve shared their stories with the world

but i think the most clear and obvious reason has been fear...

fear of success
fear of obligations and expectation
fear of actually being seen, heard and felt

i honestly don't know what washed over me at 5:34 on a saturday morning, but, whatever it was, i pray it just amplifies the amount of pressure i plan to apply to necks once my digital home is ready for guests b/c honestly, i've been eating humble pie far too long and it's about time i get in my bag, bitch, aye

 

so, now i have 14 days to blueprint, design, build and decorate my digital space which will work out beautifully because all my ra(e)vin reader society items will [hopefully] be in (there aren’t