Would You Take Fashion Advice from Your Spirit Guide?

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Later on, toward the end of the article, I got some channeling in.

Just a quick update on what is going on in my life. I was in the dumps yesterday, waiting for my 6th notebook to be published on Amazon KDP. It was taking an abnormally long time. The last few, once I got the formula right, were taking less than 24 hours to publish. KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing) says it can take up to 72 hours for publication to happen, so I was not yet that far along. But the others had taken about 16 hours. What was going on?

It might have been that there was a huge number of people flocking to their KDP dashboards to change their prices, and that was the hold up. On June 20th, the pricing structure changed in all the self-publishing markets at Amazon. It was the cost of ink that did it. Basically, color ink went down in price, and black ink went up. Right now, I’m not all that concerned about pricing because I haven’t sold one book yet, but it is one of the things that I should eventually spend some time doing. My notebooks are all priced at $7.99, and I’m making about $2.90 per book. About. I priced the one book printed in color at $12.00 just because color ink is more expensive anyway, before or after the price change. I’m making $1.90 on that one.

Or, God forbid, I had violated some other rule at KDP. This morning, they published the book with no word that anything was wrong. So, I can relax on that account. You can find them here.

The next thing for me to do is to do some work on my author’s website, PaulineEvanosky.com. I’ve had the domain for over a year but hadn’t gotten around to doing anything with it. I’d pretty much forgotten everything I ever knew about working with WordPress, as evidenced by the lack of participation I’ve had with my longest-standing website TalkingToSpirit.com. My writing activity over the last year and a half has been here at Medium and writing my first ever to soon-be published series of three books: How to Get a Job — also, a working title. I’m sure something will come to me soon, but it does need to be soon.

See, the book started out with all intentions of being a relatively short book of 30,000 words. Except, it was like a lively sourdough and began to get out of control, and I wasn’t finished talking. The dramatic step of cell growth is that the cell divides into two, like twins. That’s what happened to the book. And then, by God, it happened again! Three books. How to get the job. How to keep the Job and How to Get Another Job. The expertise I called upon was that I’ve had a lot of jobs. Notice I didn’t say careers. Perhaps I should include a book about what to do when you get fired. I got fired once and gained 50 pounds. Perhaps, I should have sewn my lips shut or at least used scotch tape.

As I am retired now, I decided I would be a writer. I made $58 at Medium last year, so it wasn’t anything you could use even to buy groceries. But I have learned, in the company of all these other writing folks at Medium, how to think of myself as a writer. How to plant butt in front of the computer and get something going without dithering over a blank piece of paper (white screen, actually).

So, this morning I decided to pen off a publishing update for self-publication at Medium. I was wondering if perhaps, as I become a publishing genus, I ought to start getting dressed again. Back in the day, when I had a regular go-to-the-office sort of job, I got dressed. Now that I’ve retired after I got fired and gained 50 pounds, I’ve taken to wearing my nightgown and robe all day. Why not? It’s more attractive than writing in my underwear. Not by much, but it’s comfortable, and I don’t have to be uncomfortable while all these great thoughts are fighting their way onto paper. No distractions.

So, I’m slowly going public. My face and voice are going to need to be “out there” as I advertise myself and entice people to buy my notebooks (which was actually just a way to figure out how to design the covers for my Get a Job books). Somebody said I needed an author’s website to advertise all my books. I’ve got friends who are writers, and they have their own professionally created websites. I can’t afford professionally made anything. I’m a do-it-yourself kind of person, anyway.

That’s how I became a psychic. I did it. So can you. I’ve been channeling since 1993. It’s only gotten better the longer it’s gone on, which is why I got some spiritual guide fashion advice this morning.

I was thinking about making videos of myself. I recently purchased a nice blue screen that will hide the mess in my study as I sit and talk. What am I going to talk about? Jesus, I don’t know. About anything. The same as the stories I write. I know best about myself. I could talk about that. I have really good advice for young people who feel they need to prove themselves. About anything. Love, sex, and rock and roll.

It was as I was looking in the email that I saw another email from Paula Young. This is a company that makes attractive wigs, and they remind me once a day that I need a wig. My hair is at the boring part of going grey. I still have sprinkles of the brown hair I grew up with, but there is lots and lots of grey and white hair. It’s actually sort of pretty when it is freshly washed, and the sun hits it right. Otherwise, I think it is boring.

My guide just said, “At least you aren’t bald” They tend to be a count your blessings sort of spokespooks. Is that a word? “It is for you.” Do you like it? Gilda seems to think it is funny. Seth does too. Who are you? Your mother. Can’t you tell? Did you think it was funny? In a barnyard sort of way. Come on, Mom. It is unbecoming to call spiritual guides spooks. They are not ghosts. They are guides and spiritual teachers. It’s just unbecoming. Well, what do you think about the wig thing? I think you might enjoy it. Wait until you’ve got some extra money in the house. You could write a book about how to live on Social Security. That’s hard. Yes, and you’ve done it. You’ve got a point. I need some more coffee. I’ll be right back.

Mom? Yes, Dear? I miss you. You can talk to me anytime you want. Your father isn’t standing here poking at his watch, either. Yeah, that was sort of funny. He never thought so. In explanation, my father always thought people should hurry up when they talked long-distance on the telephone. Hence, you get the visual of a guy trying to get your attention while you talk to someone long distance on the phone. It was annoying. Well, he was paying for it. I’m just saying it was annoying.

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