Give or Take 60 Minutes

Sixty minutes may not seem that long — unless YOU are the one at the microphone. A few weeks ago, I was asked if I would share my limited wisdom with BYU’s Rollins Center for Entrepreneurship & Technology and the Associate Entrepreneur Founders Organization (this is a long fancy title for younger entrepreneurs who affiliate with BYU). I agreed to speak because things scheduled into the future always sound fun to me! The organizers sent me the agenda, which indicated that my presentation would be 1 hour 20 minutes. Gulp! In 80 minutes I could tell my entire life story — including a dramatic reading of my first published work, which was a poem about Lewis and Clark. I speak fast, so I can get through a lot of words in 1 hour 20 minutes. I started jotting down ideas electronically and on sticky notes while driving and sleeping. Later I learned there had been a typo on the agenda and I really only had 20 minutes. No dramatic readings necessary! Twenty minutes is the perfect window of time to tell our business story, including how we sold our house to pay the first magazine printing bill and how we didn’t take credit cards the first year and a half because we thought the setup fee was too steep. I titled my brief presentation “Everything I needed to know I learned from running a magazine.” My table-mate took this picture of me sharing my and my Powerpoint. From this angle, you can see my open laptop. Note to self: Clean the screen before taking the silver slavedriver out in public! I was horrified when I saw the “summer of smears” displayed front and center. Sheesh. Part of the event included a tour of the Energy Solutions Arena and the Jazz locker room. Do you think Karl Malone sat in this chair? Because as soon as I took a seat I wanted to talk about myself in third person. Jeanette Bennett hopes the NBA lockout gets over soon because Jeanette Bennett likes it when Hudson Printing invites her to share their front-row seats. And Jeanette Bennett bought her son tickets to see Jimmer vs. Jazz in January! The event ended with BYU giving me a lovely wooden box full of truffles. I’m sorry to say the truffles were gone before I hit I-15. My minivan said it was 98 degrees, and I didn’t want to risk a meltdown. Thank you, BYU, for making me feel so welcome today at your AEFO luncheon! Let’s hear it for entrepreneurs! Let’s hear it for shorter speeches! Let’s hear it for sugar headaches while driving home to Utah County!