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Laura Belgray (Talking Shrimp)

"Yours are the only emails I actually open and read" - a regular reply in my inbox since 2009...and I'll bet in yours, too, once you subscribe and learn by pure, lazy osmosis to become the most compelling writer around. That said, no promises on improving your moral character.

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I'm making a big change.

Hey Reader, I’ve switched things up in my life. Had to. At the dermatologist, where I’ve started going for variously painful and costly laser treatments and anything else that will keep me looking fresh but not like one of the trout-pout/surprise-brows set on Real Housewives of Miami, I asked the doctor what she could do about the fine lines starting to appear around my mouth. She leaned in. “Do you smoke?” “No!” I said, indignant. I’ve only taken one drag on a cigarette in my life. Anytime...

Yesterday morning, I saw the former president of the network where I used to write promos. Great guy. Used to be my boss’s boss. He didn’t notice me. I almost said hi but it was pre-coffee, and I see him often in that exact spot, outside of Jack’s Coffee. I felt too boring and uncaffeinated today to stop and chat. We’d just recently gone through all the “How’s your summer going” and “Who’ve you seen or talked to lately” and “I can’t wait for all these summer douchebags to leave Sag Harbor”...

There’s a bro-y saying I’ve always hated, especially with respect to entrepreneurship and income: “You’re the average of the 5 people you spend the most time with.” So — what — are you supposed to cut people out of your life who don’t have a proper webinar funnel set up? 👋 Bye! Can’t hang witchu anymore — your lack of steady, passive income is bringing down my average! Or can you keep that friend who doesn’t have a business, one who’s happy as a stay-at-home mom or in their dependable, unsexy...

Hey! Got book + TV recos for you. But first — I know I’ve told you about last year’s July experiment, which this year became a tradition (and pretty much seeped into August): While I didn’t take the month-and-change off work, I took it off the clock. No appointments, no Zooms, no podcast interviews, no 1:1s for Shrimp Club, nothing scheduled. You might be saying, “Um, I think that’s called ‘vacation.’” No. Remember, I was still working. Still writing you these emails. Also, posting on social,...

Hey! This woman I know got fired from her job, and it couldn’t happen to a better person. No, this isn’t schadenfreude, I’m not celebrating someone’s downfall. (Though I’m not above it — love me some petty!) I’m happy because the person who got sacked, Heather Campbell, is a 2-round Shrimp Club member who just posted a video about it on IG and LinkedIn, and check out the results: YES! YES, HEATHER! This is what I mean when I say tell your story. Telling your story, with your details, your...

Hey Reader, I was catching up via Voxer with one of my wonderful Shrimp Club members, Dani Sumner, and she said something about her business that I had to transcribe and pass along to you. I won’t share the actual transcript screenshot, because those look like the person talking was drunk and/or shit-their-pants nervous. Exhibit A, my reply (which I can expose because I give myself consent): “Find coins” is the robot’s interpretation of “find clients.” And “like that” refers to the ones...

So… Around 16 years ago, I pooped the bed on a freelance assignment. Mike and Brett, heads of a production company and my most important client, liked to hire me for “a day of my genius.” Those words froze me. I’m fueled by low expectations, and the demand for “genius” is my kryptonite. Add in my procrastination habits back then (still haven’t shaken them completely, but way better now that I write for ME) and you’ve got a perfect storm of NGSD — Not Getting Sh*t Done. Hence the stacks of old...

Hey Reader, I’m up at my mom’s place in Torrington, where the bears have taken over. When we got here, she warned me and Steven not to leave any food in the car. I said we only had sealed bags of Blue Diamond Almonds (Smokehouse flavor), a pack of Starburst Fave Reds, and some gummy burgers, and those were in the glove compartment. Nope, she said, take ‘em out. Bears smell everything. And they know how to break into a car. Not just open the door. Jimmy the lock, I guess? With a coat hanger?...

Hey Reader, A friend out here in Sag Harbor had me and a few other women over for cocktails this summer by her beautiful garden and pool. She made a little speech to introduce each of us (love this) and said about me, “I’ve been friends for years with Laura’s husband, Steve, through art” — she’s a gallery owner, he’s an obsessive collector art enthusiast — “and then really got to know Laura when I read her book, Tough Titties. It shared so openly and I related to so much of it, I knew I...

Hey! We’re heading next week to my mom’s place in Connecticut for our annual family gathering — me and Steven, Mom, my sis, her husband, and their two kids. One morning last year, while everyone was buzzing around the kitchen, fixing themselves bagels and lox or scrolling their phones, Steven looked up from his laptop and asked me, “Hey, Hun, why does most of your income come from something called ‘KAJ’?” “Oh. That’s Kajabi.” “‘Kajabi’? What’s a Kajabi, what you call your lady parts?” My...

Hey Reader, I love the act of creating. Think about it: every time you create, you’re making something that never existed before, in the 3.4 billion years since Earth was just soup. Quick aside: When I googled to verify that number, the suggested search terms told me people really struggle with math. Anyway, some days, I’m excited to make something new.Other days, I’m lazy and go hunting for something to recycle. This morning, scrolling through emails from last year to find a possible repeat...