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Dilettante's Diary: the internal dialogue of a hedonist bluestocking.

I am a dilettante. I know quite a bit about a lot of things, but I don't know enough to be an expert on anything. I have a very sensual, hedonistic nature, but I am also a thinker, and I aim one day to be worthy of the label 'bluestocking', despite its pejorative connotations.

This is my journal, which, delightfully enough, doesn't have to go wherever I go, but is accessible from nearly everywhere I am.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Registered domain names

Work is insane. Another two weeks and I get to breathe. I"ll probably head to the spa for a vichy shower once the worst is over.

Between cups of coffee this morning I registered some domain names:
SilkenVoice.com
Audiosensual.com
Heterotica.com
Intelligasm.com
TastefulErotica.com
(I wanted EarCandy.com, too but it was taken ;)

In spare moments in my (currently) 10-14 hour work days, I have been pursuing the 'adult content' business opportunities that have been presented to me. I have narrowed the field down to three people I want to work with.

I am debating whether or not to form my own S Corp or bring my business in under the umbrella of my sister's C Corp. I'll probably register SilkenVoice as a trademark (TESS shows it as available) once I make a decision. We'll see.

I finally told Tammy about the propositions. She is very excited--she has always said I should be writing, and she agrees that there is a very large potential market for quality online adult content. She is probably my biggest fan and my first audience. When we were little girls she used to love for me to read my stories to her :)

I'm committing more and more to this. And the more I commit myself to it, the better it feels. It feels like I've entered the flow of something natural and destined... I have too long seen writing as a pie-in-the-sky dream, and too long tried to seem normal or conventional because I was uncomfortable with the attention that being 'out' as me engendered. It is time to stop clinging to the safety and complacency of the trodden path, to the illusion that I can be just like everyone else. In letting go, I find myself, not swept away in a torrent, but flying, breathlessly riding the winds like a kite.

And now it is time to return to my regularly scheduled programming.

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