Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Wall Street - Hello 2020

My Twitter posts about investing don't get much attention. Maybe it's because I'm not a hot shot Wall Streeter or hedge fund manager.

That's fair. I worked for over 5 years on Wall Street as an assistant and then executive assistant. I pay attention though. I read. I dig, research, create Excel spreadsheets, and dive into financial statements.

Before I give you a reiteration of my prognostication for water, clean energy, marijuana, and AI/robotics, I'll tell you a true story.

My dad talked about the Dow Jones Industrial Average and the S&P 500 for as far back as I can remember. He became a seasoned investor (by Wall Street standards), although he may not have been as savvy as he let on.

In 1999, I was living in NYC and every day the news mentioned some ordinary person who'd just made a killing investing in dot-com stocks. Taxi drivers, hairdressers, shoeshine boys retiring with millions, ok? MILLIONS.

I was happy for them, but filled with angsty wonder at how they made millions and my father lost so much. What did they know that he didn't?

I marched my fat ass down to Strand Books (8 miles of books) by South Street Seaport and parked myself in the Business & Investing section. I browsed through 3 stacks of books up to my knees for hours until I found an investing "bible": The Art & Science of Successful Investing by Todd Leigh Mayo. It's two inches thick. I picked it up, thinking I'd never read it, thumbed to a random page and was WOWED at how clear the writing was. Every word was solid gold advice that was at once useful and practical and compelling.

I bought that book and another that I've since forgotten, and I recommend Mayo's book to anyone interested in putting their hard-earned money to work for them in the safest way they can manage.

AT&T was about to spin off a tracking stock for AT&T Wireless (ticker AWE). My coworker and I wanted to make some fucking money and we talked about AWE. I didn't know jack about telecom, so I didn't want to put the money at risk.

Three investing seminars all said the same thing: If you'd invested $10,000 in the Dow Jones in 1967 and held it until 1997, you'd have $300,000 (gazillion dollars).

My only question: Where the hell do I get $10,000 to invest in the first place?

Enter the online discount brokers. One ad said investors could get started with $250.

WOO-HOO! I can do that! I opened an account and sent $10 or $20 every paycheck until my account balance had $250. I read Pour Your Heart Into It by Howard Schultz, the CEO of Starbucks about how he came upon Starbucks as a marketing consultant, visited the baristas in Italy, and fell in love with coffee culture. He had a vision of Starbucks growing from a 2-guy shop in Seattle to a global powerhouse.

Dude. That's power and vision. The rest is legendary.

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My coworker and I were at work after hours, and I placed my first trade. I let out a cheer. My coworker said, "What are you doing over there?"

I said, "I just placed my first trade!"

She asked, "What did you buy?"

"Starbucks!"

"How much did you buy?"

"Seventy-five!"

"Shares?" She peered around the corner at me.

"Nope. Dollars worth. I got three shares!" I can't overstate how excited I was.

She belted out a laugh. I mean, a long, loud laugh.

"I'm not rich," I said, still incredibly proud of my start.

She got quiet and came closer. "I'm not rich either. Show me what you're doing."


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I  no longer hold SBUX (sadly), but I kept at it at my own pace with money I felt comfortable putting at risk, because the education I was gaining was shrinking my risk. Knowledge is power. The less you know, the more empowered Wall Street is to take advantage. The more you know (I mean REALLY know), the more empowered YOU are to avoid getting taken for a ride.

My prognostication:

Water. Global water scarcity is a definite real problem looming in the near future, and already a real problem in many places. There is an ETF for global water, but I'm liking ticker WTR as the second largest water supplier/utility in the States. That holding is up double digits from the time I purchased. Still long the position.

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Clean Energy. Solar, wind, etc. There is an ETF for clean energy. If you don't want to learn how to read financial statements and all that dry stuff, go for the easiest route to diversification and low expense ratios with an ETF (exchange traded fund).

Marijuana. People are going to continue demanding medical and recreational weed. The government will cave in and regulate it. Example Canopy Growth. (I made over $1000 on a single trade. Sadly I sold it before Constellation Brands bought them out). One opportunity made, another lost. That's life.
Aphria (APHA) is way down. I'm not sure what their individual chances of success are, but at under $6.00 per share lately, there's some room for upside movement.

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AI/Robotics. I seriously can't foresee my profession being replaced by AI or robots, but I've been wrong before. In the event it happens and I lose my livelihood, I expect to profit anyway.

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The extra: Waste management and recyclers. The plastic crisis is for real. We can't give up plastic until we give up petroleum, which isn't going to happen overnight. The best we can do in transition to clean energy and natural packaging products is to find better ways to dispose of plastics or recycle them.

I'm not qualified to sell investment advice, so you'll have to do some research on your own. Get your eyeballs on The Art & Science of Successful Investing as a primer. It's got all the basics down in plain English.

That's all.

Make 2020 a magical year!

Mackenzie

Tuesday, December 3, 2019

End of the Year Thoughts

As 2019 winds down to a close, it's the right time to reflect on the past and consider the direction I want to go for 2020. With that sort of reflection, it's apt to take inventory and think of what needs to change and how to go about that.

Reworking This Darkness is Mine has led me to open a can of worms. It feels like I crawled into the can, to be perfectly honest. I had to consider Michelle's family's motivations for the way they treat her. While this will deepen the story and the characters, their fictional motivations make me wonder what the real life motivations are.

Given that the story is based on real life, that means I have to set some hard boundaries with people who claim to love me. Even if they're sincere, they do not take my mental health seriously, which has me raging. It's not good for me to tap into my rage because there's no faster path to the psychiatric ER.

I've received a couple vicious emails from one brother. The reply I have in mind will tear him new assholes and make his testicles retract (perhaps permanently). Mind you, I've sent him a tactful email and they set him off into wild, insecure pinball action that nobody wanted to deal with (detailed in This Darkness is Mine).

The other brother who called 9-1-1 and let the ambulance cart me off without so much as a good luck wave good-bye deserves the most hateful tirade I can think of. His motivations are more sinister, sneaky and snakelike. He's such a condescending mooch who knows everything about nothing, I really am rankled. Can't hold a job, but offers career advice for me.

ME: current job held for over a year. Last job held for four years. Job before that for five years. Self-employed on the side since 2012
HIM: barely self-employed for a very long time

The mother -- whose doctors' names and specialties I'm very familiar with and have their numbers in my phone -- who probably can't name ONE doctor I've seen in the last 12 years deserves to float off into the ether.

And yet, I'm not ready to tear into them. My reason has to remain private for now, but I do have reason.

The year ahead will proceed without them in my life. They are not capable of stepping up for any need beyond the basic food, shelter and water.

I can fucking provide those on my own.

It's kind of tragic that my two primary reasons for fiercely sticking to my medication schedule are:

1) I don't like being psychotic or the nuclear fallout from manic psychosis
2) I can't count on my family for shit

The latent RAGE needs a safe way out or it'll sabotage the future I've been working so diligently to attain. I'm not close to relying on writing as a full time profession, but I'm working on it. To let these negligent blood relations, who have the WORST judgment of anyone I know, derail me yet again is unthinkable.

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In the final analysis, they simply don't deserve me. I'm feeling my dad, the LION, rise up in me.

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As for the future, I must revisit the past - a resource called https://newconversations.net and their Seven Challenges Workbook. I tweeted an invitation for anyone interested in bolstering their interpersonal communication skills.

The plan is to start in May. Every month for seven months, work on a challenge in four different situations. We can either meet weekly in a twitter DM group, create a Facebook group, or meet weekly in Google hangouts. It doesn't matter to me which.

I can't think of anything else besides February's agent showcase.

Just keeping it real, and perhaps a little raw.

To end on a hopeful note, if your loved ones don't accept that your illness is a fucking ILLNESS and takes more than idle exhortations to get through, find a new tribe.

Ecclesiastes won't get you through it
Prayer will help, but it's not the same as medical science
There is a path to stability
You're not a drama queen
You can crawl out from under the weight of shame and hold your head up

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Make someone else's day magical!


Mackenzie














Tuesday, November 5, 2019

On Writing - A Thanksgiving snippet from This Darkness is Mine

THANKSGIVING SNIPPET FROM THIS DARKNESS IS MINE


Michelle and Joe accepted Barbara’s invitation to Thanksgiving dinner. Once seated at the familiar pale table, Leon asked, “So how is work? Is it picking up?”

Michelle glanced at Joe and squirmed. “Um, well, it’s still slow, but--”

Joe clamped his hand on her shoulder and cut in. “She doesn’t have to worry. I’ll help her out until season picks up. She wanted to make it to a luxury level spa for a long time, at least that’s what she told me, and now that she made it, I’ll pitch in. Nobody has to worry about her future. We’ve got this.”

Michelle tilted her head at Joe and stroked his thigh. “I’m so grateful to you. All of you. You’re giving me a chance to stick it out with massage. All the therapists keep telling me it’s going to pick up in December.”

“When we got that massage table for you, I thought it was just going to be a hobby,” Barbara said. “I’m so proud that you stuck it out, honey. Here, have some casserole.”

“Massage is a suicide mission,” said Leon, shaking his head and clasping his hands.

“A hobby?” Michelle held the platter of green bean casserole midair and pursed her lips at Leon. She’d always believed the massage table indicated their faith in her.

Leon said, “Plus most of your own customers are only here in winter. That self-employed life you and Allen live, it’s not for me. Give me slow and steady. I won’t get rich, but I’ll be KUM-fuh-tubble. You’d be on the street if Joe wasn’t supporting you, if all of us weren’t helping you out. I hope you show him some appreciation and make him happy. But how can you? You’re not domesticated. You can’t even make up a bed.”

“Please don’t fuck things up right now, Leon.” Michelle reddened. “Joe and I are building a relationship slowly and it’s solid. I feel good about what we have.”

“Don’t talk to her like that.” Joe’s eyes flashed like launched missiles. “She’s got a lot on her plate and she’s very supportive, easy to talk to, and her career is going to take off now.”

“The food is delicious, Barbara,” said Janet, smiling.

“Thanks, Mom,” said Barbara, winking at Michelle.

“I’m not saying anything bad about my sister,” said Leon. “She is who she is, and I love her. I’ll help her. I’ve helped her all her life. Nobody can take that away from me. When I look my father in the eye in the resurrection in heaven, he’ll say ‘Well done, Leon. You took good care of your sister.’ That’s all I want.”

Michelle shook her head slowly and leaned over to whisper in Joe’s ear. “You see how dysfunctional my family is?”

He whispered back, “You say that like your family should be different from everyone else’s. It’s obvious they all love you. You just keep doing what you’re doing.”



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Sunday, November 3, 2019

On Writing and Competing

The last few weeks have been a blur. I went on a six-day vacation (whew!), competed in a couple contests for writers, and came away with one win so far.

Pitchwars is a competition intended to pair writers with mentors to work one on one to get a manuscript as close to market-ready for pitching to literary agents and/or publishers in February in Pitch Madness (known agonizingly/affectionately as PitMad on Twitter).

DVPit is another competition on Twitter, but it's for "Diverse Voices" manuscripts. That happened on October 29th.

This is how my timeline unfolded:

  • April 2007 announce that I'm a writer

  • September 2017 realize I have a story to write and freeze. Finally get a coach to motivate me through it and sit down to write it (yeah a 10 year gap from declaration to action)

  • October 2017 begin practice of watching motivational videos every single morning on YouTube

  • October 2018 interview a spiritual healer who uses Mandalas as part of her method of healing. Join a writers group at the library.

  • January 2019 get interview published in Conscious Life Journal πŸ’ͺ

  • April 2019 lose heart while editing for the dozenth time, and nearly quit. πŸ˜“Tap my Twitter friends for reinforcement, write something else for awhile

  • May 2019 invite a shortlist of trusted people with various backgrounds to beta read my manuscript during July and August

  • June 2019 finish round of edits, print and bind copies of manuscript, ship them to beta readers and pass out. Write daily vss365a for entries to be considered for inclusion in the VSS365 Anthology

  • July-August 2019 kill myself at work. Zero writing, except for daily vss365.

  • September 2019 receive back beta readers' feedback and read through their notes. Decide which comments are actionable and work them into the story. Find out about Pitchwars and enter competition. Get acceptance into the VSS365 Anthology and lose my mind! 😲😁

  • October 2019 answer potential mentor's questions. Find out about DVPit and enter competition. Get a LIKE from a literary agent and scramble to format my comparable titles section, and submit my query package the following day. Start writing super short stories (decide they're not half bad and fun to write). 

  • November 2019 keep writing short stories, submit one to a university literary journal for consideration. Save one as a marketing piece. Working on one to submit to a reputable competition with a cash prize. Figure out what to do with another. Received notification that a mentor accepted me as her mentee from Pitchwars (friend fills me in that this is a really big deal because hundreds applied and each mentor only selects ONE) 😲😍😎
Not everyone should take twelve years to go from declaring they want to pursue their innermost dreams until they take concrete action.

I recommend starting IMMEDIATELY, but that's only an option. Making the decision to take my dream seriously because God knows, not many did, made all the difference. I spent too much of my life getting shot down before I even tried, so I just decided to save people the trouble and shot myself down.

Years of therapy sunk in. I don't shoot myself down anymore. If I fly, I fly. If I fall, I fall. But I won't stifle my soul by not even trying or by quitting. I'm taking my soul's joy seriously and investing whatever time I want to in making it healthy, happy, and strong.


Make someone else's day magical!
Mackenzie

Tuesday, October 8, 2019

On Writing - I'm in PRINT now

I ordered books and the package arrived. This in an of itself isn't news because it happens pretty often.

However, what sets today's delivery apart is it includes a paperback version of the VSS365 Anthology, and one of my flash fiction pieces is in it.

It's a profoundly humbling feeling to be included among so many talented writers who I admire. These are names you'll surely get to know as their careers keep reaching new heights.

For awhile, I'd gather my vss365 stories and post them to this blog, but just in case you didn't see any of them, I'll explain vss365.

Vss365 stands for Very Short Story 365 days a year. Every month there's a host who provides a prompt word for the day's write. Participants write a one-tweet story using that day's prompt word and add the hashtag vss365. This tradition was started by Mark A. King and the stories reach 250,000 reading tweeters every single day.

I shall say little more, except I encourage you to buy a copy. All proceeds benefit kids' literacy programs. The challenge of writing a compelling story with either imagery, prose, or a twist, with believable characters with only 280 characters (including spaces and punctuation) is so grueling, it may be a skill higher than novel writing, which is hard enough as it is. It is the tightest form of writing you can imagine.

Plus, it's perfect for readers with short attention spans.

Available on amazon for $8.72

Mackenzie
Make someone's day magical!