Launching the big idea was easy, actually. AND, I really didn't have to explain myself that much. I did, however, find myself talking to people, which - you know, makes my neck hurt from holding back the urge to cluck like a chicken. People have NO IDEA how socially retarded I am. And I mean that in the most politically correct way. Move over Big Bird.
The Nice Niche, since it's launch has seen more traffic than anything I've ever experienced... and I've been internetting for a embarrassingly looooong time. Like years. So long, in fact, that I can remember sitting in front of my parents IBM -- with it's GIANT screen and green blinking cursor thinking... if Ferris Bueller can hack into his high school attendance reports, then WHY CAN'T I? WIRES, I NEED WIRES! I mean look at you. You've been watching me online over here just wondering when the H is she going to get off her A, quit complaining and DO SOMETHING?!?! Right? Pathetic. Me. Not you. Me. Totally me. Someone is staring at you in Personal Growth.
So now I have to do the hardest thing ever and wait. Watch the big idea evolve and morph into whatever it wants to become. That's right. I have to stop reading the last page of the novel before I start the book, get over the When Harry Met Sally references and just LET IT LIE.