Money.
I am good at very few things. Very few things, anyway, that one can get paid for. I can be charming. I have a relatively nice singing voice, and have no problem telling humorous tales or singing ditties for an audience. I can sketch pleasant renderings of people or landscapes. I am a consummate doodler. I can cook, sort of, and I can bake (usually). Oh, and I can write.
Basically, I would be a good hostess. I am excellent wife material. Add a few harp lessons, and I would have been in high demand in the nineteenth century.
I am, however, helpless when it comes to office work. I am qualified only to be an editor or a copyeditor, and I hate editing and copyediting. Above and beyond my hatred of editing, I deeply, deeply loathe offices. The fluorescent lighting, the bad coffee, the squeaking door of the ladies’ room—I’m breaking out in hives even thinking about it. I find nothing as depressing as sitting in a cubicle. I know, I know, it’s no one’s idea of heaven. And I don’t want to sound like a big ol’ crybaby, but that’s exactly what I am. I really can’t do it. I spent almost every day at my last job weeping at my desk or sniffling in the bathroom stall or choking back tears on my way to the bad Thai place down the street. I racked up sick days and came in late and “worked from home” and took long lunches and missed deadlines and practically begged them to fire me. Finally I managed to get out by first getting myself knocked up and then developing an agonizing array of repetitive stress injuries. It’s not a strategy I would recommend.
Anyway, then I had this kid, and decided, for lack of any better ideas, to stay at home. This is a life that works for me and makes me happy; I would not go back to office life for anything. My time is my own (when it's not hijacked by Henry's latest Star Wars fantasy) and when the child is away or asleep I can do some freelance writing, and work on Big Secret Projects that might someday result in some money.
That said, I’m not making enough money—we’re not making enough money—and changes have to be made.
For a time I seriously contemplated quitting the blog, as it was a drain on my free time, which is the only time I have to generate any sort of income. Then I realized how much this site means to me. Quitting wasn’t –and isn’t—an option. But because I have to prioritize the projects that pay (alliteration!), Finslippy often falls by the wayside, and then I get grumpy emails from you. And you know I don’t ever want to see you grumpy.
All of this is my incredibly roundabout way of saying that I am going to make more of a commitment to Finslippy in the coming months, and along with this increased commitment, you will see an increased number of ads. I will try not to make them overly obtrusive, but I know that no matter what, some of you will find them so. It’s not possible to make everyone happy. And the bottom line is, there’s nothing better than getting paid to do something you love.
I hope my ads don’t make you too grumpy. But then, if your grumpiness is all I have to suffer in order to keep basic cable, then I’ll have to live with it.










November 5, 2005
Reader Comments (92)
So glad your office days are long behind you. Wishing you much success with the ads.
I'm serious.
Because the world nees more women doing what they love to do and less women crying in bathrooms.
I'm a writer too, and I'm sure you'll be shocked to hear that I don't live off the income from my literary fiction. Nor the income from having two boys under three. No, my paycheck comes from my job as an ER nurse practitioner. Funny how that works.
Anyway, excelsior. More and bigger ads!
I would personally buy a Finslippy t-shirt for myself and one for each of my currently infuriating 2-y.o. twins... Also a mug. And, um, a bumper sticker. I guess you could call me a fan.
I'm all for it. If doing something you love has given you the opportunity to benefit, then of course you should go for it.
So add ads, lady.... more power to you!
Also, your office experience? You basically described my last office gig. Down to the Thai place. Except, my Thai place, well, it was rather good actually.
Best of luck to you!
Oh, and my editing gig IS my get-out-of-the-office-I-hate strategy. Gotta love the (rare, but available) telecommuting job!
honestly, i have no problem with ads on sites. as long as they don't pop up, roll down, shite like that, then what's the harm? people can click on them or not, it's up to them.
so, put up ads. then you will have a good reason to blog more, because the more entries you have the more hits you'll have on ads...
I mean, I don't get huffy about ads in newspapers and magazines, and I PAY for those.
Ad away, and good luck to you.
I also agree that there's a finslippy merchandise void that needs to be filled!
1. Do the ads. When I first started reading this entry, I thought you were going to say you were quitting the blog, and I began to hyperventilate just a teeny bit. Because you're basically me, but in NY and with fewer children (and okay, a LOT wittier), and I love reading your work. In fact, if it works out for you, would you tell me how to do it? Because I just started a blog and if it can make me some money that would be fabulous (I went the teaching route rather than the editing route, and while I enjoy it the pay SUCKS).
and 2. Do what you need to do to maintain your standard of living, because this http://mfamama.typepad.com/mfa_mama/2005/11/mfa_mama_might_.htmlhttp://mfamama.typepad.com/mfa_mama/2005/11/mfa_mama_might_.html is what happens when New Yorkers move to where the living is more affordable, and if you think waterbugs are horrific then I'm guessing you wouldn't like the black snakes and palm-sized spiders that like to live in water troughs out here. LOL!