As previously noted, every once in a while I have to ask for money.
I don’t have to do it very often these days. But, this has been an expensive year and I’ve got bills to pay and people to take care of.
Having given up military consulting work and having shut down my woodworking business and art studio (hopefully temporarily) when I left Alaska, I subsist for the moment primarily on income derived from my social media sites and this blog – including the various merchandise I sell under my brand.
A few years back, I wouldn’t have believed this possible.
A few years back it wouldn’t have been possible.
But despite the sneering complaints of certain vocal critics, it is possible for a writer to make a reasonably decent living this way.
It used to be “writer” was defined as somebody who assembled words and ideas into books, short stories, articles, and perhaps screenplays, fact or fiction, and submitted those efforts via various means to editors at publishing houses or various presses or various media outlets, and then lived on cheese sandwiches hoping a check of some modest amount would come back. Traditionally the profession of “writer” meant you repeated this cycle without healthcare or adequate hygiene or presentable clothes until you died, or gave it up for a real job.
That model, that definition of writer, still very much exists.
And a lot of writers make varying degrees of living from it.
If you’re a Stephen King or a John Scalzi, you might make millions and live in a golden mansion high on a landscaped hill in the middle of a private island waited on hand and foot by an army of nubile olive-pitters (this is totally true and I heard it directly from one of George R.R. Martin’s gardeners). But more likely you’re a stringer for the local paper, and you might make enough to buy a cheese sandwich or two providing you’re not particular about the definition of “cheese” or those weird green spots on the bread.
Various degrees of success exist between those poles.
Me? I wanted to be a writer since I was kid. It’s a sickness, writing. A weird mental disorder that makes you sit in front of a keyboard for hours, daydreaming and playing with ideas and wondering why anybody would read the blather on the screen. But my grandmother gave me a Hardy Boys book (#8; The Mystery of Cabin Island) for Christmas one year when I was about 8 or 9. I’d been an indifferent reader up to that point, but that book captivated me and my lifelong obsession with words began right there. Somewhere shortly thereafter, in a staggering moment of epiphany, I realized there were actually people out there who got paid to sit in front of a keyboard and daydream and those people didn’t have to put on pants every day. Hell they might not even own actual pants – unless you consider pajamas legitimate work apparel.
I knew then that’s what I wanted to do.
I’d always intended to go the traditional route, cheese sandwiches and all.
I’d never intended to write about politics. But evidence would suggest that’s where my talent lies – if you’re charitable and agree that it is indeed an actual talent and not just something you could train a chimpanzee to do (they taught ‘em to fly spaceships, so I imagine political pundit wouldn’t be that difficult).
But by the time I was free to write what I wanted (upon my retirement from the military) and I started writing in earnest with the idea that someday somebody would give me actual money for it, the world had changed. How we connect to it had changed and continues to evolve at a rapid pace and a new type of “writer” became possible – well maybe not new new, but perhaps a more modern version of the political broadsides and pamphlets penned by the likes of Thomas Paine.
It’s amazing to me how fast this has gone.
Ten years ago, hell five years ago, I would never have guessed that Facebook would become my primary platform for day to day short form. Facebook is a horrible platform for the kinds of things I write. It’s a bastard cross between a blog and public forum and doesn’t do either very well. It’s subject to arbitrary and random censorship. There’s no protection for intellectual property at all. It lacks the most basic of editing tools and formatting functions, its search capability is ridiculous and all but useless. Facebook’s interface, timeline management, and display are one of the single most infuriatingly horrible experiences in an age of limitless customization – limitless to everybody but Facebook users that is. It’s impossible to get any kind of help from the operators and it’s subject to every kind of cyber-abuse from bullying to trolling to sexual assault.
And Twitter, where I spend many hours every day, is – if anything – worse.
If Facebook is a dysfunctional community, then Twitter is Monkey Island in that community’s horrible zoo, a screeching riot of flying shit and bared fangs. Twitter is a chemical plant for distilling out the absolute worst elements of human existence, like some sort of highway where every driver is armed and in the throes of howling road rage and they don’t care if they die if they can take everybody else with them.
And yet – and yet – these platforms do one thing very, very well.
They do the one thing that traditional publishing venues cannot do.
Facebook and Twitter (and Instagram and Snapchat and CoSo and so on) connect writers to people in an organic, viral, geometrically expanding manner that is completely impossible anywhere else.
Now, interacting with readers on a real time basis for hours upon hours every single goddamned day isn’t for every writer. It takes a certain degree of masochism to do it, see my previous comments about road rage and flying monkey shit.
In point of fact, a lot of writers become writers because they are anti-social bastards who enjoy living on moldy fake-cheese sandwiches and sitting around all day in dirty pajamas and who tend to break out in a cold sweat when they actually have to put on pants and go outside where all the other people are.
So real time interaction with their audience isn’t something they consider a feature.
And that’s okay. “Writer” is a loose enough definition that it accommodates the gregarious right alongside the hermit.
But, if you write well, if you write the things people are interested in, and if you’re willing to interact with your audience directly and in real time, then social media makes it possible for your work to spread far beyond the size of audiences normally available to traditional writers. For example: A few years ago, when I started doing this full time, Stonekettle Station averaged maybe 20,000 visitors per month – and that was after 8 years of writing every single day. Maybe 3,000 people followed me on Facebook, maybe another 1000 or so on Twitter, and like one weird guy on Instagram.
Five years later, with some considerable effort, my daily Facebook audience is coming up on 200,000 subscribers, 150,000 on Twitter, and a single long form essay on Stonekettle Station can exceed 100,000 unique pageviews in a few hours.
That’s not connectivity traditional publishing, even things like newspaper columnist, can do.
Social media, for all its ills, has created new opportunity, an alternative to traditional writing models. Not a replacement, a supplement.
And that’s where I ended up.
I admit that in my case there is some degree of luck. I happened to be in the right place just as opportunity opened with the right experience and skillset and enough free time to take advantage of it. It suits me. It’s not easy. Really it’s not. It sometimes (often) takes 14 to 18 hour days, research, writing, swearing at the screen, it can be incredibly frustrating at times for reasons you never imagine or anticipate. It requires constant attention, a constant presence, and everything becomes grist for the mill, making much of your life public – something that is often less than thrilling to your spouse.
And it is … writing.
I’ve had a number of critics sneer at me, you’re not a real writer! Well, okay. Fair enough. I’m not particularly put out by that and I’m willing to go with whatever description you want to call it. Sincerely.
But what do you call it?
I sometimes crank out a quarter million words in a month for a dedicated audience larger than that of many highly successful novelists. Hell, news sites steal my work on nearly a daily basis, and publish my stuff as their own for profit – that’s got to mean something, right? Now, I’m willing to accept any label you want to slap on that, but before you do, I’d like to suggest you try it. Start a blog, social media sites, assemble words every day, build an audience without gimmicks or tricks solely on the basis of what you write, and then tell me what you call that effort.
As a cautionary note: no matter what you call yourself, no matter how much adoring admiration you manage to inspire in your audience, no matter how many people send you fan mail and messages of respect, no matter how successful you eventually manage to be and how full of yourself you become as a result, your family and friends still think you’re a putz and remind you of it as often as possible. Ideally this keeps you grounded and from turning into a complete ass. Ideally.
And every day, every single day, no matter how well you’ve done, everyday, you’re sure that’ll be the day it all falls apart and you’ll have to go get a real job again.
I’ve been invited to a number of writer’s conventions to talk about this with other writers – or those who want to become writers under this new paradigm. That’s something I’m happy to do. I’ve been pretty lucky and I’m glad to pay that forward. The world is a big place, there’s plenty of room for many, many more writers – or whatever you call ‘em – in this new arena. More on that as plans firm up.
But, here’s the downside – or at least the part I like least.
Every once in a while I need to ask for money.
I don’t like this. I really don’t like this. I don’t like asking for money.
I’m getting more used it, especially since it doesn’t seem to bother readers at all – well except for that one guy who shows up periodically to call me names and generally make an ass of himself. But ideally, I write something and if you like it enough, you’ll kick in. And thankfully, you do so often enough that I can mostly survive on that part. Mostly, but not quite.
So when I began this I found a way to assuage my conscience.
Any subscriber who donates any amount via the donation button or as a Patreon during the period of March 1st, 2020 to April 15, 2020 will be put in the running for a giveaway. Every few days over the next month, I’ll give away loot. I’ve got at least a hundred of my handmade ink pens, engraved with Stonekettle Station. I’ve signed copies of books that my work appears in. I’ve got signed copies of my photography – and given that I generally don’t sign those prints, these will be unique. And randomly, I’ll give away a couple of Stonekettle Station T-shirts (If you win one of those, I’ll have it made to your requirements, size, color, sex, etc).
Winners will be announced every few days until I run out things to give away.
To donate, click on the “Donation” button on the upper right side of this screen and follow the directions or click on the Patreon link for additional options.
Edit: Readers viewing Stonekettle Station on mobile devices sometimes can’t see the side-bar. As such, I’m attempting to embed the donate function code here in the text.
My Patreon is here
You may enter more than once. Each donation will be counted as a unique subscription.If you’ve already donated to Stonekettle Station this month, you’re already on the subscription list.
Those of you who already donate via an automatic monthly payment, you’ll be entered automatically in the giveaway.
I’ve discovered that winners sometimes, often it seems, do not want their names made public. I’d like to tell readers who got the various art pieces, but if you want your name kept private I will certainly do so. Last time I did this, the first person I selected to receive a prize refused because they lived on a boat and had no room for addition items. The alternate also refused for personal reasons and requested that the artwork go instead to a charity for auction to raise money for a cause important to them. They wanted it kept anonymous. So, that I did. I will honor any reasonable request when it comes to such things.
Legal Disclaimer: To be clear, this is not a lottery or a raffle. Donations are voluntary subscription fees specifically in support of this blog and the associated social media feeds and conducted in accordance with state and federal requirements.
That is: you’re paying for content not a chance to win something.
I am not claiming any tax-exempt status or charity. Donations are considered business income and I pay all applicable state and federal taxes on that income and I have the records to prove it.
The items I give away are my artwork, created and paid for by me. As such I chose to randomly give them away to supporters, just as I gave away my custom made pens to my fellow writers. The giveaway list is generated from voluntary subscriptions, since I have no other way to determine who readers are. You are not donating for a chance to win a prize, you’re paying for the content of this blog and my associated social media feeds and I’m using this opportunity to give something back other than just my usual blog essays, Facebook posts, and Tweets.
As always, thank you for your support.
It's time for me to up my Patreon amount. You certainly deserve more than my daily local newspaper, which is somewhat less entertaining. Thank you again for all the years!ReplyDelete
You make my day, every day, with your writing. Happily contributing.ReplyDelete
Keep the fires lit Jim. You're a patriot.ReplyDelete
I've been a monthly subscriber for maybe a few years now and still feel like I owe *you*. Thank you for doing what you do.ReplyDelete
Jim, I'm on my phone, my only device for.. Everything. I would love to donate, but I don't see anywhere that allows me to do that. Please see if you can set up some kind of a link. I think you're great.ReplyDelete
I have fixed the embedded donation link and it should work from your mobile now. And thank you // JimDelete
Here's some dough. Maybe a quality ham sandwich's worth, PLUS a ginger ale. Hope it it helps you keep up the good work. Your donation essay is necessary and triggered my wallet reach but you're veering into tl;dr territory. As someone who hates to sign off before feeling like it's all been said, I sympathize.ReplyDelete
Les S. Moore
PS. If I'm tee-shirt worthy, large green men's.
You had me at nubile olive-pitters.ReplyDelete
I am hoping that if we donate enough that he will hire some & post pics...Delete
Jim, thanks for asking, and I've chipped in.ReplyDelete
I have only one comment about the idea that humans taste like chicken.
Some time ago I became well acquainted with a Cambodian Buddhist monk whose daughter was my student. They had been refugees during the Khmer Rouge period. At a restaurant dinner in Phnom Penh before they fled, he was served meat, something unheard of during that privation. After dinner he inquired of his host where the excellent meat had come from, and the host changed the subject. Humans taste very much like pork, or so I have been told.
Keep up the great work, Jim. You bring sense to a senseless nation.
I happily donate. Your writing has saved my sanity for a few years now. That sanity is valued at a MUCH higher amount than I can afford to send but I truly thank you for validating so many of my fears with your words thus giving me energy to be part of this current resistance. I am too old to be out there stamping feet and screaming for justice but not so old that I can't spread your words to where they might educate others who CAN stamp and scream when needed.ReplyDelete
I love your writings and often share it to FB (with full credit given to you, my friends know I'mnot that clever anyway). I'm happy to donate but for some reason I can't do it on here. I'm happy to pay for something I read and enjoy every day so I'll get it figured out again. You're a good man Jim Wright.ReplyDelete
I’ve enjoyed your writing for years now. I “found” you about a week after the 2016 disaster, er, election and you’ve made my day countless times.ReplyDelete
Not a "writer?" Pshaw! You to words together in a format that others can read. That sounds like writing to me. Is it fiction? Is it novelization? No. It is non-fiction, opinion, biography, and occasionally short stories. It's WRITING. Therefore, you're a writer. Phooey on those who say otherwise. They can take their elite snobbery and go hanglide with it. Ne, I enjoy your words. I love your opinions, your sarcasm, you're worldview, and your no-nonsense way and communicating your outrage at our political climate in a way manner that both enlightens and entertains. I've been reading your Facebook page and your columns at Stonekettle Station for several years now. I plan to keep on doing so. You keep writing. I'll keep reading.ReplyDelete
go to patreon.com on your phone browser and look up stonekettle. you will be able to donate then.ReplyDelete
I can't figure out how to contribute. How do I ?ReplyDelete
I have fixed the embedded donation link and it should work from your mobile now. And thank you // JimDelete
Try going to https://www.stonekettle.com/2020/03/paid-content.html?m=0 and see if the sidebar appears for youReplyDelete
Jim, unfortunately embedding the paypal donate function doesn't seem to have worked. From your Stonekettle paypal account, can you make a "PayPal.me" link? see https://www.paypal.me/ for info about it.ReplyDelete
I have fixed the embedded donation link and it should work from your mobile now. And thank you // JimDelete
Or, for folks on mobile devices, using https://www.stonekettle.com/2020/03/paid-content.html?m=0 might turn off the "mobile view" so the sidebar shows upReplyDelete
I've just made a donation, Jim, but want to apologize first for not having done it before (I'm dumb and didn't quite know it was an option). I started following you before 2016, but since then, of course, you've been as necessary as my dogs to help me get through this walking nightmare. I don't use Facebook, and was kicked off Twitter (for calling Jenny McCarthy white trash), so all I do now is look at trends and get on your timeline to get the gist of our days now. Thank you so much for this- and for providing a sane voice when all else is batshit. My son loves you, too- thank GOD- I'll be frank here and say I wish he had more white men to admire and learn from- too many of y'all have gone to the dark side. So Yay to you!!ReplyDelete
Done! Thanks for what you do, I admire your writing & insight. I live in a deep red area & it's nice to read some common sense & truth. Thanks again!!ReplyDelete
I've been happily donating for years and will continue to do so as long as I can. I love that you have winners who pass on their winnings so that can go to charity, but here's a disclaimer from me: If I ever win, I'll be proudly displaying and bragging on my piece. Thanks for sharing your many and varied skills with the world.ReplyDelete
Ah jeez, Mr Wright, sure wish I had more to throw in the pot.ReplyDelete
Pitched in enough you can get a couple cheese sammiches on FRESH bread.
Please keep up your strength- sure appreciate your work.
Your ass-kicking, brilliant description of Twitter is what finally booted me into actually sending you a donation rather than reminding myself to do it.ReplyDelete
You truly are a remarkable writer, and I appreciate that you help me keep my mad on, which in turn fuels my work for a better world.
As I've been reading and sharing (with proper attribution) your stuff much more in the last year, I figured it was the least I could do to donate.ReplyDelete
Thanks for making the unbearable bearable. This Orange Fog we’re all under will lift eventually but it feels like a lifetime. I’m immensely grateful for your work and straight shooting. Be well!ReplyDelete
PS: donation through PayPal on my mobile worked like a charm!
glad to learn of your Patreon acct - set up a monthly donation. really appreciate your writingReplyDelete
I've voted for Bernie 6 times before and never voted against him until a week ago. I would have anyway, but the cult following he leads made it feel ever more emphatic voting against him. What is so wrong with damn near everybody anymore that it's my way or the highway. Our flippin Constitution was a compromise, our Republic by definition means you aren't going to get what you want, nobody does. Government is a compromise.ReplyDelete
Jim, your essays are wonderful, like a unicorn coughing glitter antibiotics, or a WWE Smackdown on a bed of spikes when necessary. Gave a small amount today, much much more before. Wish I could sit outside the airlock with a straight arm when some of these folks meet reality. Maybe one day I'll sneak in.
Well, that sums up a long but interesting read, Jim!! I also belong to the so-called ‘Writers’ community who are not conventionally writers but do not have other names to call. If Writer is a one who occupies your audience to ten minutes of engaging stuff, then you are not less than any writer. It is great to know that you have millions of followers across social media, and I’ll be the one to join the wagon soon. As for the donation, I am about to click on the link given. Happy writing, Jim!!ReplyDelete
Done. And damned happy to contribute, sir.ReplyDelete
Small donation made, hope to have a little more to donate again in a few days!ReplyDelete
Dear Mr. Wright,ReplyDelete
You ARE a writer, damn straight, and a good one.
If you ever decide you want to go full bore on Facebook, I have an idea. All you'd have to do is post that oh so very lovely description of same you included in this essay, and encourage your merry minions to follow your lead, copy & post on their own accounts. The fire might just burn it down!
Thank you for all your hard, exacting, and very much appreciated work. I am trying to be a better citizen, and I point everyone I know who seems interested to you & your work.
Many thanks from deep in the heart of Tejas,
Reading books can make a person into a good writer. Thanks for sharing your life experience in the writing profession. It is not easy to earn money as a writer. Thanks to technology for helping the writers of today. I once used to write a lot when I was learning Music institute in Coimbatore in Coimbatore.ReplyDelete