Welcome to your annual peek inside the working life of yer fave weirdo. Usually I do these later in the year but, I am not doing a lot of writing business for a bit which I will explain.
So we’re gonna talk money, failure, success and whatnots.
Let’s get it in.
Firs thing. Submission stats.
I lost some of my stats and here is what I have:
My most rejected work was poetry. I submitted 85 individual poems in sets between 1-5. I had 1 accepted for publication.
I pitched 18 times Mostly personal essays. 15 were ignored, 1 was written then I got ghosted by the editor. 1 is lost to the ether.
Moving along to fiction. I submitted 3 pieces. 1 is still out in the wild. The other two got weird rejections.
Let’s talk expenditures.
I spent 132$ on Win Live 365.
I spent 140$ on hosting.
I spent 15$ running Etsy. Approx.
I spent 50$ on some DIY shit for pomes.
I spent 35$ on some entry/submission fees.
I spent 150$ on misc writing biz related shit.
Next up, let’s talk Patreon.
I’ve offered up approx. 70k words. Monthly, patrons get about 3K on the urban fantasy project and as of a couple of months ago an additional around 2k words in writing lessons.
This year has been pretty weird in terms of how I’m viewing my successes. The statistics on this lil bloggy blog, my Medium account etc on the most superficial level are pretty great. Across various social media, here, tweeter and tumblr and Patreon I have a few thousand followers.
Just for this lil space, I currently have a bit over 600 followers. A few via email.
Generally speaking most posts here (even when I post more regularly) get about 100 views on a great day. On occasion one click out to work I’ve linked, more if it isn’t my work.
My top reads across the board are rando search engine hits from usually weird search strings and then folks read a few things.
OKAY so what does all this mean?
Overall 2018 has been a really hard year. My partner and I moved. A thing that was well planned but, due to circumstances out of our control cost me every red cent I had and then some.
The main computer I work on is useless. It was a trooper. The main problem is that I’ve not been able to buy really quality shit so, it didn’t last long and did not survive a full update to Windows10. I can sorta work online but it is super slow and doesn’t work well. RIP lil Stream.
Soooo I’ve also spent a lot of 2018 evaluating how I work and whatnot. How I hustle, and where I put my limited energy and time.
Here’s the thing.
I still give away too much of my work. I’m in a can’t get published cycle right now and I wrote the shit anyway.
My hustles to make the $$ happen anyway, have failed pretty badly. Using etsy as an example, I did not clear 100$ in profit in 1 full year.
I go back and forth feeling terrible about my inability to figure out what anyone might buy from me. This is mixed up with knowing the hows and whys I can’t get my fundraisers funded etc but, it is super fucking stressful and y’all.
Y’all some shit is changing.
First major change is that without getting any indications of interest, I have expanded my Patreon offerings without changing the price structure. Fiscally a dumbshit thing to do but whatever. I also have more planned but we’ll talk about that another time.
Until I can afford the Beast Machine I want, posting will remain light. I’m writing as much as I can for Patreon and one other thing. I still have 1200$ of money to make/raise so I can finally pay off our move. Shit is rough but, I’m doing some shit.
I’m writing short fiction again and that feels nice. I haven’t written it in a while. I’m not pitching/freelancing much if at all. I just don’t have the patience to filter my mouth to get work because most of my meatspace life involves me trying to be somewhat chilll.
I dunno what else will happen y’all. Honestly, the move and subsequent money problems has just wrecked me. I keep having Had I only been able to fund my original thing, like I wouldn’t be in this fucking position. But here we are so……yeah.
That’s it. I will probably post some book reviews and other stuff before the end of the year.
BUT yeah. That’s 2018 in my literary career.