My social media goddess-friend, Mandy, is helping me get my blogs and Tweets maybe even Instagrams on. Mandy suggested that I post often about what’s going on with my show. In the past my blogs have been tidbits of warmth delivered with a touch of corporate professionalism. Mandy is asking me to be brave and generous; to share from the heart – even if it’s messy.
And so today the truth is that I am scared. Scared and depressed. If you knew the details of what’s up, you would say, “Good for you!” Or if we were in Australia, you’d say, “Good on you!” And that good news is that I’ve had a third meeting with the investor who’s interested in helping my show reach a bigger audience. He told me he appreciates how organized I am. He’s jazzed I can tell. He really likes this project and how I operate. Good on me!
But I am scared of contracts and attorney fees and the advice I get in one direction: write your own letter of agreement, forget the attorney who will overcomplicate the situation and cost you a lot. And the advice I get in the other direction: you and this project are worth the expense. Do it right, protect yourself and let an attorney help make sure you cover all the bases. And me in the middle wishing I had a mentor, a mommy, a daddy, a lover, a therapist who knew all about such things and could just tell me what to do.
In a few days, I’ll feel better. I’ll have done yet more research and I’ll make an informed decision. For today, I am sad and scared.
How did I do, Mandy? Should there be a picture to go along with this? 

Sad.