Don’t let the title make you worry; we’re still poor but we’re doing all right.
It’s going to be a quiet day of house maintenance, seeing the family for Cinco de Mayo (meaning I’ll be fighting the drive to talk about the awesome history surrounding the day in 1862, while nearby restaurant customers are indulging their want to drink tequila), and preparing for the work week ahead.
But during the later hours of last night, I was looking over my notes and recent writing when I saw a “Daily Word Count” entry that I forgot about: I took a day off from work to rest pulled muscles (yes, they’re still there, and I’m annoyed at how long it takes to recover nowadays) and couldn’t do my usual housework that required lifting. With nothing else for me to really distract me, I took an eight-hour day to write, with headphones on and even the kids respecting my wish to whittle away at the keyboard.
I logged 5,800 words, which is a personal best for me.
My first thought: “I need more paid days off like that.”
My second thought: “Ain’t no way I can afford that.”
In the area of content-creation that I’ve watched grow and develop over the years (with mild envy, I’ll admit), I’ve wondered what I could provide as suitable content to satisfy subscribers. I’m a writer, so that’s the medium I understand. I’m not much for video logs (and I hate how I sound on recordings) and I don’t know enough coding to make computer-related content. If I want to justify taking a day off solely to write, I’d need to be able to compensate that with a full day’s pay.
Which is… somewhere around $250 before taxes.
Glances at subscriber amounts and current tally of subscribers (thank you, by the way!), and sighs in vexation.
I know I have the option to puts ads on this website and I’ve seen that such can generate revenue, but I really do not want that to happen here. If I were actually sponsored by something, then sure I’d write up advertisements for them, but I promised myself that I wouldn’t flood my own little corner of the Internet with random ads. That’s annoying to me, so I know it’d be annoying to you.
I’m going to have to figure out what I can provide to garner enough subscriptions to reach this personal goal, and I will, somehow. For the moment, however, it’s a moment of amusement and frustration. I want another 5,800 word day. Hell, a month of those and I’d have a novel done and edited!
A man can dream.
Stay safe out there, folks. ¡Feliz Cinco de Mayo!
-JB Swift