Well, I went down to the bank armed with loads of Cash Flow, Profit and Loss and Balance Sheet Forecasts and managed to raise the cash we need to expand.
I was working on the figures until late last night and got up early to check everything over. Couldn't really sleep anyway with all the adrenaline coursing through my veins. This meeting was a big thing for me.
I've slightly lost track of how many comanies I'm a director of at the moment. I think it's nine. We've spread all over the world like a virus. Small but deadly. We employ about 120 people and are recruiting hard. I own various amounts of each business from 30% up to 100%.
It's pretty damned exciting at this stage when we're growing. For every failure there's two successes. But it's stressful. Very stressful. It's easy to get it wrong and small companies don't have any margin for error. It could all go belly up tomorrow.
At one time I had hoped that by now I'd have sold out and settled down to doing nothing but writing. I'm not sure that's how I feel about things any more. I want to see how far I can take these businesses. Growing them is just as creative as writing. And a lot more lucrative.
Once I could have put my hand on my heart and said, about the businesses, I would give it all up tomorrow to be a published writer. I don't think I truly feel like that any more.
I think it's better to try and do both. After all, at least I know I can do one of the two things reasonably well.