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Let's Panic: The Book!

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How to Endure and Possibly Triumph Over the Adorable Tyrant
who Will Ruin Your Body, Destroy Your Life, Liquefy Your Brain,
and Finally Turn You
into a Worthwhile
Human Being.

Written by Alice Bradley and Eden Kennedy

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At LET'S PANIC ABOUT BABIES, Eden Kennedy and I share our hard-won wisdom and tell you exactly what to think and feel and do, whether you're about to have a baby or already did and don't know what to do with it. → 

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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.

Reader Comments (92)

I LOOK FORWARD to the ads because you will post more and because I know that by reading your site, I will then be helping you and your family. Women like you and Dooce have inspired me to work on my own blog and maybe even some day get paid for my writing and thereby help my family.

Let the women-working-for-themselves revolution begin!
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterArabella
May the universe's blessings rain down upon you like something less cheesy than the statement I just made! (Long day. Heck).

But I'm *so* with you on the office-hating thing. I won't ever do it again FT unless I absolutely have to, and I, too look forward to seeing ads on your site if it helps you stay out of cubicle hell.
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterShannon
oh do i hear you on both the money and the work thingies. and ads shmads -- do what you gotta do, we (meaning i) love you and will support you however we (meaning i) can.
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered Commentersweetney
Go for the money chicky babe. I love reading what you write and would be happy to click a site or two if it helps you out. Would also buy a damn finslippy t-shirt to add to my fussy and suburban bliss collection.
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterLisa V
Do it! I would be happy to occasionally click on ads to support a blog I love. And if the side effect is that you might be able to blog more?! BRING IT!
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered Commenterphatmunkay
These comments are making you cry, aren't they? :-P
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered Commenterester
These comments are making you cry, aren't they? They're kind of making ME cry.
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered Commenterester
Ooo, Star Wars fantasies. My 3 year old gets these stints where he runs around the house yelling: "I'm Darth Vadar and Seanny's Yoda!" waving something long for a light saber. All the kid has ever seen of Star Wars was a toy ad.

You are certainly a much better blogger than I, if you can make some money doing something you love and are good at... go for it!As long as you don't start doing product placement...
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered Commenterelizabeth
Advertise away. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending how you look at it!) I didn't even notice them.

I agree with you wholeheartedly regarding office life. I have never, ever been happier since I waved goodbye to the Corporate World this past June.

so far, having a newborn hasn't even been remotely as stressful as some of my past jobs have been. At least my son isn't a negative, ladder-climbing, backstabber like so many of my past co-workers were!!!!
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered Commentercagey
you've got cable?? Just kidding :-) go for it! I am hoping my blog ads rake in enough to cover my beer habit. So far I haven't hit that mark yet, but a girl has to have a goal! I think it is keen that you can do something you love!
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered Commentersozzled
Make sure you infest the RSS feed with ads, too. I hate myself for advising you this... but if this is the price one has to pay to keep you online, then be it.
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterGabriel Radic
I've never had a problem with ads. You do what you have to do...this is your website and the people who don't like your ads can cram it with walnuts. I have to admit, I'm glad we'll be seeing more of the slippy Fin.If I wasn't so lazy, I probably would have sent you a grumpy email by now. Probably.
November 8, 2005 | Unregistered Commenterreenie
Dude, Dooce is supporting her WHOLE FAMILY on her blog! You can totally do this! And off I go to click, click, click on some ads!
November 8, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterBetsy
i'm a new-ish reader and i say yea for ads if it lets you be home with the kid.
November 9, 2005 | Unregistered Commenterjessica
Do it. It won't bother me (lurker) and it will help you out. It's all good.
November 10, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterNaha
Do it. It won't bother me (lurker) and it will help you out. It's all good.
November 10, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterNaha
Wow. I actually spent the first three paragraphs of this entry thinking, "Did I write this?" How... eerily familiar.

But I hadn't noticed the ads, and now I do, and they're for things I might be interested in. So I've got no complaints!
November 15, 2005 | Unregistered Commentermercybuttercup

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