I really thought it wouldn’t come to this, but something strange has happened over the last few months—I’ve been making money. NOT as an overpaid and underqualified professional—but as a WRITER. Hold the phone, Shut the front door, can we say that again?
I’ve been making money as a writer.
Okay, so it’s barely enough to pay my rent, but it is actual American cash dollars.
Obviously my first reaction is “Holy shit, check me out. I’m a business woman. I can do anything. Let me spend $400 on a trademark and another few hundred dollars to set up an LLC and I think I need Quickbooks or maybe an accountant, I can’t even think about this—someone get me an assistant STAT.”
So maybe I have a tendency to jump the gun.
Still, I think most bloggers secretly (or not so secretly) hope to eventually be paid for their work. The small taste I’ve gotten from selling articles to places like Narrative.ly and Scary Mommy has made me want to cross over to the dark side. BUT I don’t want to do it without explaining myself. If you’re reading this on Mobile, you’ll see what I’m talking about. Those of you on desktop are probably like “Dafuq she going on about? This is just like that time she told us she had a new website and it was going to be better but then everything got all shitty.”
Here’s the thing: Check me out on mobile and you’ll see there are ads embedded in the content as you scroll. The idea freaked me out until I realized every other website I visit has this exact same thing. Why can’t I have a slice of that pie, dammit?
As it currently stands, this blog costs between $155 and $235 a month for me to run. I’d like to recoup that cost and possibly exceed it. With a few extra bucks I could finally get a back tattoo of a giant red panda and/or buy land for my internet-friend-commune.
If there were another way to supplement my income, I would do it. I’ve toyed with the following ideas:
1. Become a motivational speaker: “Aussa Lorens will teach you to look at your shitty decisions and mundane life as a source of writing material. You’ll still cry yourself to sleep on occasion, but at least there will be people reading about it.”
3. Become a bounty hunter and get paid for my hobby of busting assholes. The only problem is I prefer my stalking to be internet-based and this might require actually walking and possibly running. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
Until now, I’ve been opposed to monetizing this blog. I worried it would distract from the writing or clutter the visual space. But a kick ass blogger who’s WAY more successful than me pointed out that we’re just as entitled to be paid as any other site that (theoretically) entertains people. If we tolerate it from BuzzFeed and Slate, we should be able to tolerate it from ourselves.
So I’m going to try it out. If I don’t like it, or it doesn’t pay very well, I’ll probably back out. If you’re curious about how much I make, let me know. You guys know nothing is off limits here.
What is something you’d like people to tolerate from YOU? Do you supplement your income by doing something you love? Will you come live with me in my internet commune?
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