I Wrote a Book About My $11.64 — Here’s Why

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Okay folks, I have some news, and I’m equal parts nervous and thrilled to share it: I wrote a book.

A real one. With chapters. And a cover I’m genuinely proud of.

If you’ve followed along here for any length of time, you already know pieces of this story — the conservative career I spent decades dressing for, the slow discovery of who I actually am underneath all of that, the late-in-life leap into blogging and Pinterest and AI tools I had no business understanding as well as I now do. But I’d never told it all the way through, start to finish, in one place. Until now.

It’s called Eleven Dollars and Sixty-Four Cents, and yes, that’s a real number. That’s exactly what I’d earned through Amazon Associates the day before I turned sixty-eight. I know how that sounds. I promise you, by the end of the book, you’ll understand why I’m not the least bit embarrassed by it.

Here’s a little of what’s inside:

I take you back to February 1st — the day I decided, all at once, to build a website, set up Pinterest for real, and become an Amazon Associate, all because my mom kept sending me videos of a woman she swore I could learn from.

I tell you about the first blog post I ever wrote (a baked potato — I wish I were exaggerating). I walk you through the trips to see my grandbabies that quietly wrecked my analytics, and what that taught me about consistency. I’ll share with you about the night everything shifted when I started actually using AI as a real tool instead of a novelty. And I tell you about the flight home from Pittsburgh, somewhere over Ohio, when I finally let myself call this whole thing a business — and what that one word gave me permission to feel.

This is Volume One of what I’m planning as an ongoing series. I’m telling this story as I live it, not waiting until I have some tidy, finished success story to look back on. You’re getting the real, current, still-figuring-it-out version. I think that’s actually more useful than a polished one would be.

If you’ve ever wondered whether it’s too late to start something of your own — whether you’re sixty, sixty-five, seventy, or just feeling stuck — I wrote this for you. Not because I’ve made it. Because I started anyway, and I’m still going, one pin and one blog post and one eleven-dollar-and-sixty-four-cent commission at a time.

You can grab your copy right here: Eleven Dollars and Sixty-Four Cents

Thank you for being here for all of it — the resumes, the baked potato, the dips, the climbs, and now this. It means more than I can say.