
One year ago, I officially dragged myself out of the trenches of corporate accounting. Don’t get me wrong, the typical nine-to-five staring at spreadsheets was perfectly fine. However, my alter ego was nagging at me on a daily basis, consistently telling me that there had to be something more thrilling I could do for a living. Something that could coincide with my side gig of publishing romance novels.
Now, I had thought of the idea before. Coffee and books. They go together just as well as cheese and wine, and I just so happened to have a deep passion for both.
“I’d call it Eliza’s Lattes and Literature,” I told my husband one day while I was deep in a chasm of hyper-focusing desperation. And, to my delight, he slowly responded, "You know ... that's a really good idea."