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Author: Cynthia Noble

9 May

The Big, Bad Competition—and Other Scary Stuff

   I’ve always wanted be in business for myself (although this discussion could apply to any dream). I’ve worked a couple of businesses through the years helping others and I’ve learned the business-end ropes of the ropes, so to speak. However, while I’m exploring my options in the direction I want to head (in addition to writing), I’m finding one thing consistently: the competition is fierce. And honestly, that’s a little intimidating. Can I succeed in a market with businesses already up and established in my industry? How do I break in? Do I have enough money? What if I invest but can’t penetrate the market?    What if I fail?     Now I can cite the standard “not trying is...
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20 Mar

Killer Deal

   How would you like to start a business and have an immediate 100 clients? Maybe you’d like a quick trip from the high school locker room to the NFL? What about going from being weekend news anchor at your local station to anchoring the nightly national network news? Or graduating from college at 22 and stepping right into the directorship of a daycare center responsible for the care and feeding of fifty toddlers every day?  What if Uncle Harry suddenly left you a cool million?      Killer deal, right?      Absolutely killer. Lethal even.      You know where I’m going with this. There’s a great deal to be said for gradual promotion, for hugging the learning curve, for “working...
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25 Mar

“If Not for Shelby”

     So Rick got perp-walked out today, hand-cuffs and all, apparently for dipping into the employee association account to the tune of a felony-level little sum which, if not for Shelby, we’d never have known about (although you’d think, after three years, we’d have known about it). And if not for Shelby, who’d have guessed that Ashley’s “29th” birthday was really more her twenty-fourth “29th” birthday? Not me. We’d also never have known that Sarah’s bruises weren’t really from a car accident, like she’d said. Turns out a seat belt imprint on your throat can mimic a pair of hands around your neck—which, according to Shelby, are the same size hands her ex has.      Thank goodness for...
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