I remember my grade school English class, when we learned about thought bubbles, or whatever they are called. It was a way to teach us how to brainstorm, which was something I had already been doing but had no word for.
I brainstorm A LOT. Likely because of my anxiety and the fact I am an overthinker. I use it in my writing life, of course, as I am supposed to, but I use it for other things as well. Today, we are brainstorming. We, being me, Kevin, and Sahar, as they are the two friends I have spoken with already this morning.
See, I need about 200 bucks. $250 would be better, but I can cover some of it. I need money so I can make money, which is a sad truth that I hate but alas, here we are.
My webhosting is up on brigidhannon.com at the end of the month, and I also need to host this blog, which is something I could actually monetize in the long run. But that means about $250 due at the end of August. Since it is unlikely that I will sell 40 books this month, I must look for other avenues of income.
Sahar suggests a “Mommy Day Package.” She says I should charge $150, take care of kids all day, and provide a meal prepared for when mom returns home. I could do this easily…and honestly all I would need is two takers by the end of the month. Though it would be better if I could say I was CPR certified…sigh. Another instance of needing money to make money. Still, I am considering it.
Kevin and I talked about Patreon. It’s a platform for creators to share their work with subscribers, and I think I might give it a go. I don’t know if I could make my goal, or anything really, but it might be worth a shot. You get subscribers to pay a couple bucks a month, and each month you put out content just for them…so I would post stories or essays or poems a few times a month that would be solely for the viewing pleasure of my subscribers. It could earn me a few bucks and use my talent to make money, which is the dream, y’know.
Then there’s the option of selling things. I don’t know where to even start there. I have quite the bag collection, but truth be told, none of them are in resale shape. I love my bags HARD. I have one pair of rarely worn Kate Spade Ked’s that I adore but are slightly too snug on me. They are about the only sellable thing in my house. No…this won’t work. I don’t even have enough materials for a garage sale.
(From the far reaches of my brain, a whisper: “you have Mulder and Scully Barbie dolls still in the box up in the attic.” Me, louder: “NO! My aunt Barb gave me those! Also…Mulder.”)
Anyway, I’m off. I’m going to research this Patreon thing. I think that might be a solution, if not immediately, perhaps for the future. More to follow…