In April 2012 I left a corporate job, took all my retirement funds, and set out to build a business I called StoryShed Media LLC.
My plan at the time was to become, essentially, a digital publisher: work with authors on eBooks and interactive media, refine, publish, iterate, you know, 2nd verse same as the first.
Then I realized I didn’t want to be in publishing any more.
So StoryShed floundered and fear set in.
You see, the thing about fear is it calcifies every. thing. it. touches.
So last night, paging through “Masonry Construction” I hit a brick wall and it was a super huge gift:
Dad was idly filling in the B, R, A, S in his architecture book with a mechanical pencil. He was probably noodling a new idea, or daydreaming about the future. Or, heck, thinking about bras.
Why couldn’t StoryShed get a reboot, this time as a creative services agency? What would that look like?
Can it be made scaleable? (Not entirely sure what this means. More money? *shrugs*)
Could I find a creative partner?
“Some kind of innocence is measured out in years/You don’t know what it’s like to listen to your fears.”
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