Place: The Luce Residence.
Time: Before 9 AM. Hot July day.
Characters: Charles, Leslie.
Leslie: "Making a lot of noise down there this morning. What'cha doin'?"
Me: "Cleaning my cookie sheet." (scrub...scrub....clatter ...)
L: "Uh, great. " (Pause....) "...For?"
Me: "Photo shoot. I need to get more pictures up on my site. Instructions. For my newest invention."
Me: " Bread-in-a-Bag.”
Me: “For home baking. It’s a dry blend. You add water, shape the loaf, put it in a bag, let it rise, then bake it. In the bag.”
L: “And that works?”
|Yes, it works|
Me: “Problem is, I don’t know if anyone really wants it. I mean, not many people cook and even fewer bake. So I have to do a survey, see if there’s any interest out there.”
L: (Sound of fingers on keyboard)…
Me: “The instruction page will augment the packaging. Written instruction on the latter, blow-by-blow photos on the former. QR code block that goes right to the photo page.”
Pause …. Click…clickclick…
Me: “Might as well do this today, ‘cause we’ve got a couple of places we might be able to start work. Commercial mix sites. I can build the page while we’re negotiating. Send out samples next week, go take that long-postponed serve-safe class, be legal and ready by September. That’s the goal: have product for sale this fall.”
L: “But why do you have to clean the cookie sheet?”
Me: “’Coz it looks like a refugee from a butcher shop. All stained, scratched. And I don’t wanna buy a new one. ‘N maybe someone will see it on my blog post and if it looks good they’ll hit the I WANNA TEST button ‘N if it looks ugly they won’t read that far.”
L: “Got it. Mmmm . can I have some toast?”
Me: “You don’t have to toast this bread, you know….”
L: “Like the rest you make. Fine. But … Please?”
Me: (Very smiley) “Coming right up.”