Back To Business

The deals are always out there. The hustle is always upon us. The gifts to share with others are priceless. Back to business, in my many attempts to grow a business I seem to start over. With the urge to do better with the next idea. These ideas come often and usually stay around until the fire dies. Why does this lack of commitment happen I often ask myself, but quickly forget as I am on to the next idea.

Back to business again. Foxtrail Clothing Company. Well that went 30 days and died. But the clothing concept was fire. I swear the ideas were on point. The jacket, joggers and hem tees were going to be a hit. Hold on, how much for the set? Well pricing was going to be $55 for a windbreaker jacket, $30 for the joggers and $15 for the hem tees. Foxtrail clothing was going to be a hit. (Orders bulk from China and sadly found out that large wasn’t a US large.) Instead of sticking with the idea, the passion died. Nothing became of Foxtrail.

Back to business though. Bracelets and Laces. The idea was simple; team the wrist with sneakers. Well I’m a sneakerhead and with a good sense of wrist fashion. Selling laces and adding gold tips. At that time Kanye West sneakers had the gold tips, and it was a hot item. So jumping on that fashionable trend I decided to market bracelets and laces, plus gold and black tips for the laces. Genius. The bracelets were a hit. People bought them and enjoyed that fashion. The laces never had a chance. Feeling that I needed both to consider this a good business, that fire burned out. Bracelets and Laces flamed out.

The ideas to start a business is always the passion. Having setbacks seems to always hit hard and moving on from those ideas instead of working it out is a problem. Once having the success of SoleShoecase and The Epic Sports Show fadeaway I have always in a way tried to get that same passion back. Reviewing sneakers, while podcasting about sports seems to meet my life long dreams. Forgetting how to much I need that hustle back I look to sit-down and write.

The Dyme was suppose to be a weekly podcast about all things basketball. Looking at the clock every Thursday 8pm I’d find myself at the gym or working overtime. The feeling of recording wasn’t driving me. I needed to find that passion again. Time to excuse myself from the excuses of why. Find a way to become the person I’ve always wanted to be.

Back to the business of writing, blogging or I like to say jotting. WordPress on my phone. I find a song and zone out too. Currently Silence – They. on heavy repeat until this post is done. I found my ave and I jot. Tackling ideas with words, writing and writing. The feeling to release. Sadly often these stay in my draft inbox, never shared. But now seems like a good time to put the pen and pad aside and publish Jottersave. Show the world a Mad Jotter. The many thoughts to share. Writers write. It’s random but it’s something you need to read.

The deals are always out there. The hustle is always upon us. The gifts to share with others are priceless. Back to business, in my many attempts to grow a business I seem to start over. Back to the business of sharing thoughts. The Mad Jotter Presents: Something you should read often…

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BATHETIC

It’s
Been
Different
Ever since
Ever…
Slow walking
Heavy breathing
Hold
Me
Tender…
Emotions bask in the glory of…
Train of thought?!?
Losing…
My trainers thought
Lost…
My trained thoughts
Vanished…
However
I Pause
However
I Reflect
However
I Surrender
It’s been different
Ever since
Ever…

Making Money

While the world is about getting your hustle on. The hustle starts with the mindset. What do you enough, and what ideas are you willing to put into action. While working in a career or job that you are good at and hate isn’t ideal. What are you willing to do enjoy your life you’re making? A lot of answers come to mind, and some just think this is save, I’m making money. I’m comfortable, well then this article isn’t for you. Well it still might be, please keep reading.

The art of making money isn’t hard, the art of making the income you want in order to live the life you want is every bit hard work. The mindset has to be are you willing to embrace the process? Are you willing to be uncomfortable with following your passion. Making money isn’t about what you’re planning to send it on. It’s about what you’re willing to do to achieve your money making goals…

All in all a vast way to collect a paycheck. Whether working for a company, or business owner, if you’re willing to put in the work, making money doesn’t become the goal, it becomes the paid skill. You’re beard and butter. You’re skill set. And the more you value those around you, the more they value you. Money will flow…

But seriously how does one get paid to blog… While just write about what you love. And hashtag everything!.

Creativity Captivity

Jotting madly to point out things that make no sense. Well, it’s all kind of a lot of mind blowing sense. I think it’s just an imagination gone wild. The ideas are gripping and edge defying, well the journey is… It’s a difficult process to study about writing.
Writing in many ways is how we express to others how we feel. Or how instructions are articulated. Writers don’t tend to look for readers. Readers are drawn to what they enjoy about the writer, they create a fan base by sharing. Writers write what comes naturally. Views are shared so studying this art makes it possibly impossible unless you understand what you, the writer, gains from material studied or thought ventured. The challenge I would like to face head on is, becoming a better writer. Believing that I write well enough to publish my artistic thoughts is mighty bold of me. But always challenging that writing aspect is stressful. Freely writing to capture a thought and/or idea doesn’t seem to allow constructive writing (writing with a purpose). Looking to capture that one wild idea and let go of the others is a bit heartbreaking. As a Jotter everything is open to write about and as a writer subjects are ideas constructed into literature. Like; it’s hard to write about sports, and wars unless I’m finding a way to compare or contrast them. I like sports and don’t know enough about wars. But I can rant about both in a blog setting and babble on and on and on…

The ideas of a Mad Jotter… Just the short stories and poems edition… Many times I will write a page, critique it, enjoy the love of it, and tell myself I’m an awesome writer. When finding the time to allow my greatness to shine, I will blog just to give my mind a rest. Kind of a reality check, you haven’t sold your book full of words to many people that enjoy your book full of words. So short stories in the book mixed with poems by The Mad Jotter needs copies sold… But this blog is more for freely writing thoughts that start senseless, then become the senses to create a run on of creativity used to invite words to play along with a mind so ready to tag along. As I madly jot words I think I’m inviting the creative mind to elaborate intuitive diction that I can read later and say what state of mind was I in?… I liked that state… Then the realization of writing a blog comes to mind, this current state of mind is being captured and held captive for all to read…

Imagination of large grandeur
Letters are formed
Words created
Sentences structured
Paragraphs indented
Pages filled
Books published

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Chemical Puzzles

The chemicals that have killed my relationships are distant but still viewable. The faults in which I let greed take control of desire weighted heavily. The willingness to find want in the arms of what’s new and thinking that old would always be available. Now the lies that bare truth, I’ve missed the journey of happiness. In searching for these moments I’ve passed on those moments. Want was a desire that caused me to miss that. Now I’m here thinking this…
So the chemicals in which I’ve drawn my high off of have faded and the mirror shows a reflection I’ve been hiding from… Self preservation was confused with self deprecation… The faults found in accepting the wrongs in life clouded the right to bare arms, to bare skin… Now I’m here and you’re watching my puzzling expressions, let me not explain… Watch as I piece this puzzle together… Slowly left wondering what’s right… Presently the gift is piecing this puzzle together… Pieces scattered, but it’s going to be a beautiful picture, I lost the box but I’m sure it’s beautiful … Challenged doubt provides epic story lines… Truth is I am trying the best that I can…

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