Happy holidays everyone. For those of you outside the U.S. welcome back. For those of you inside the U.S. I trust your holiday was a good one. For me, a wonderful Thanksgiving.
I’m sticking to the plan: Cheater posts until I catch up. Who doesn’t love to occasionally cheat on their writing diet?
It would be too easy to take a break from blogging and not come back. Like investing in a bad idea and watching it fail before my eyes.
Consider twenty-two-year-old Judy Hag. Entrepreneur.
The success of ten-year-old Judy and her juice stand inspired her dream of opening a mobile restaurant franchise.
After graduating from the American Arts Academy of Witchcraft, her parents wanted her to settle down and raise young witches and warlocks of her own.
Not Judy, no one would take away her dream.
Her Aunt Hagatha, owner of Lotions, Potions and Notions, and Judy’s Juice Stands’ only customer, loaned her the seed money for the mobile restaurant.
Using her mother’s secret recipe for entrails, wait, I mean haggis, she took her roach coach, I mean food stand, on the road.
First stop, Shockey’s Slaughter House. The smell of slaughter permeated the air. Clearly the intersection where supply meets demand.
Judy picked up her entrails supply and set up shop in the parking lot. Lighting the fire under her cauldron, she cooked up a haggis celebration. When the lunch whistle blew, she’d finished stuffing her brew.
Employees filed out of the plant, past her chuck wagon and into their cars. They drove up wind to the lunch spots in town.
Judy’s first lesson: Location, location, location.
She drove into town and received her second lesson: Entrails are not appetizing when they smell like your customers’ place of work.
By the end of the lunch hour, she threaten to curse anyone who did not try her free entrails sampler.
Third lesson: You have to be likable AND supply what your customers want.
Don’t give up Judy.
Until next week.