Daily Archives: December 19, 2022

New year, new business

With all this nonsense going on Twitter, I have to think forwards into the future – OK Twitter is probably not going to go bust or anything, but still there has to be an alternate plan of action.

I am starting self-employment in the New Year, with Twitters new policies some aspects of my self-employment will be directly affected by their new policies; because so far Twitter up until recently, was the best social media platform out there for promoting new businesses and talent.

In the New Year, my Instagram will become much more active as this is part of my business plan for passive income as well as Pinterest and Patreon. 

I know that a business cannot be ran on passive income alone, there are other things I am doing, such as starting a newsletter potentially and now something has changed within my own personal finances, I can now replace art supplies to start making and selling my art. 

Along with this I am going to be doing nature photography, writing, YouTube videos and not sure if I will actually do this particular thing but perhaps become an Amazon associate until my income and creative pursuits have stabilised. 

The business set up will be slow as there is a lot to learn and I don’t think much of it will really kick off until around Easter time because at the moment I am still in the learning and planning process.

If anyone reading this follows me on Twitter, understand that how things are going there – I am going to be less and less available on that platform unless it improves and I will be found more and more on platforms such as Universeodon and Instagram.

My name on Universeodon is @TardyCreative the same as Instagram

Thank you for reading! 

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Trapped foe

A silvery moonlit path guides my way through the howls of the night to a place that non dares to go

Hunting a shadowy foe, within the mounds of obituaries covered in snow

It sneaks and ducks down and low, trying to hide from me is my foe

But I see him well and I track him down and soon the world shall be safe and sound

From the bite of the night that is my foe

I shall bring an end to woe

He is trapped; there is no place to go

But to deaths door as I bring down my blow

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