He left an orange eviction notice on my windshield

I started a Progress Journal in the Copy Chief forum.


It’s been a long time coming.

There’s no mysterious force behind it, except to share the adventures of this woman’s writer’s life.

(And also, to get the angel lady off my back who keeps telling me I should write a book… and I totally agree with her, but who’s got the time? So a journal, it is.)


Here’s the inaugural post.


(tl;dr: It’s about the move… again… but still interesting.)


Progress Under Pressure…

a.k.a. I moved… and finally started telling the truth about my life and business…

My story starts here:

I didn’t start my progress journal when everyone else did, because I was chicken. I had the ‘good sense’ to feel guilty about not being more public with sharing how I’m growing my business… but not enough courage to get over myself and do what I do… write it all down… where other people can read it.

Then something changed in my world: After 5 1/2 years of having a good relationship with my landlord, he suddenly decided to sell my house.

He left an eviction notice on my car windshield… in a bright orange envelope.

I had 30 days to get out. He didn’t even give me until the first of the month.

On top of that: I have 5 kids. And 3 of them were graduating from school in those same 30 days. (One college to grad school, one high school to college, and one middle school to high school.)

So the stakes were high, and time was ticking.

Here’s what I did:

I picked up the phone and called the movers.

I said, “I’m moving. I have no idea where I’m going. I have no idea how I’m going to pay for this. Nothing is packed. But. I’m moving somewhere, because I can’t stay here. Can you send a truck on 6/16?”

Why 6/16?

No reason. It was a completely arbitrary decision.

What happened?

The truth is:

I cut it very close. I almost rented a cottage at the beach, and moved my stuff into storage, so the kids and I wouldn’t have to sleep in a hotel for 2 weeks. But with 5 minutes to spare, the right house came on the market, and I signed the lease.

The truck came. We moved.

We’re in the new house now. It’s been a month.

I can’t find my socks. The dryer doesn’t work. I don’t have an office.

But, you know what?

I’m not homeless.

And that’s not nothing.

My point: If you ever need to manifest anything in a super short period of time, call the movers FIRST.

Draw the line in the sand. You’re moving. You don’t know where. You don’t know when. You don’t know how you’re going to pay for it all.

But you have this one thing:


Is going to show up on your doorstep

On a certain day

With a team of people

Who are getting paid to care about your project.

You might as well be ready for go

Because go is happening whether you’re ready or not.

So get after it.

You can do this.

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