What happened to my creativity? The business end of this writing career is, well, business, and it is very taxing to my feeble but fictional mind. Having two books in my Pink Dell, Pinky is tickled pink because a publisher likes part of her. She sent a contract! I celebrated for an entire day.
My family, however, might be threatened! My celebrations ended.
My characters, while fictional, are located in a real place. We visit there often and someday someone might think I wrote about them, providing of course, that they actually read the book. Where’s my negative positiveness? Oh, wait, I left it inside my hours of research today about whether I needed to hire an intellectual properties attorney. No, I have not heard of that specialty until this end of my new career ended up in my creation station.
Research? I have been told that anything can be found on the web, even that spider who built it. Trying to decide if I need to form a small corporation, stick to a pseudonym, or take a chance and sign that beautiful but confusing contract must be the same feeling a fly gets when she sees the spider’s hungry look and approaching on that web. But my publisher was patient for my reply! And I’m happy to report creativity trumped business … this round anyway!
Eleanor Tatum 
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