so I made a patreon

Oof, it’s been a while. But I have exciting news! Drumroll, please.

I made a Patreon.

This is a bit of an experiment, and a challenge I’m giving myself. I want to see if it’s possible for me to start getting income from my writing. (As of now, I’ve only been paid for one of my literary magazine publications, and that was from my 2021 entry in The Dark Sire. Which I’m obviously extremely thankful for. But it didn’t exactly pay the bills!)

So, at least for the next year (June 2022 – June 2023), I am setting myself a goal to keep up a Patreon profile. We’ll see how it goes, I guess.

“But, Ellie, what are the perks?!” I hear ya.

𖤐 exclusive merch (stickers, baby!)
𖤐 monthly newsletters (on writing, work-in-progress news, recent reads, reviews, indie horror community news, and more)
𖤐 access to community posts and polls
𖤐 Q&As
𖤐 and more will be added over time!

One thing I’m also going to do is put a list of all patrons in the acknowledgments of any self-published works I put out, and traditionally published ones too, if the publishing gods permit me to do so. I think that would be so fucking cool. And it’s the least I could do as a way of saying thanks to anyone who supports me.

I would really, really love if this worked out. I’m putting a lot of work into planning it, and it would genuinely help me out a lot, in more ways than one. Plus, there’s gonna be a ton of fun content over there!

So, yeah. I’m doing that. What do you say? Wanna become a patron?

we have all the time in the world

and yet none at all.

Yes, I’m writing what is essentially a New Years’ post in February. Time is fake anyway. Haven’t you been paying attention?

Acknowledging the universally-agreed-upon fact that New Years resolutions are stupid and pointless, I did come up with a couple of goals for 2021. Read more books, make a daily habit out of writing, et cetera. Pretty sure those were also my goals for 2020 and we all saw how that turned out. Alas. If I’m lucky, this’ll be the year I finish my first real manuscript. It’s about time I polished that one off; I have another idea for a novel knocking around in the back of my head like a penny in an empty piggy bank.

But the passage of time is quite a scary thing (says the 21-year-old after an eight hour video game binge. Side-note: the Resident Evil 2 remake is a masterpiece). 40 hours a week for the day job, around 60 asleep, factor in time for eating and bathing and general self care, how do you divide the remainder of that time with other creative passions? What about casual hobbies? Consuming media for fun? And relationships? Damn, another round on me, fellas. Not sure anyone has the answer to that.

I don’t have anything profound to say on this subject, unfortunately (*distant cheering*). This post is more so a self indulgent exploration of my personal temporal anxieties. How do you cope with having a new four digit number in the top corner of your calendar? I’d like to know.