What’s that, Mama? You’re not excited about Chad and I publishing our book? Don’t worry, we ran it through a filter and she said it was fine. Who was the filter? Trust me when we say you really don’t want to know. Plausible deniability, right?

Full transparency, when the book was originally published under the name, We’re Not Write, no one read it. Or, hardly anyone. We didn’t know what to do with it. That’s mostly still the case, but what we’ve done this time is better than the first time. For example, we hired a cover artist and it looks sooo much better. New title, new colors, and we actually used our names this time. *insert nervous laugh here*

We’re still working on the marketing plan, but those who have seen it and read it for us really liked it. Of course, they’re not related by blood so that made things easier.

Because we had such fun redoing the book, we also created an online store. And then we made some ads for Facebook. And still it was an amazing experience, way better than chewing gummies. Temporarily, at least. The joy was in the doing of the things, not in the results of the things (probably because we haven’t made millions of dollars, but that’s okay because this exploration has been fucking incredible). Who knew we could be creative? Well, Chad did. I’m the rule-following sister but apparently I needed an outlet for my anxiety.

It’s given us such a high that we keep doing shit to build onto it. Now we’re trying to start a podcast. Yes, a podcast, Mama! You can be a guest and say all the things to the world about us that you’ve always wanted to say. I even made an intro already and it sounds legit! Or, I was told it sounds legit. By a friend. Shut up. You can listen for yourself:

No, it’s not professional. It’s not meant to be. It’s fun and brings us joy and that is the entire fucking point of it all. If we pick up some readers, online shoppers, and/or listeners along the way, it’s a bonus. A really big fat exciting life-changing bonus, but we’re still content to do things for us because it’s fun and way cheaper than therapy.

At my job I continuously push people out of the comfort zones, pushing them to take responsible risks. There is no growth without it. So here we are, Chad and I, trying to grow. Trying to cope. Just plain trying to find something in this world that can lighten our hearts and keep the demons at bay, even if only for a short while. If that comes in the form of insane stories about all the messed up things humans do to cope with life, then so be it. It’s better than being boring.