Raising My Boychick does not have ads, at the moment. It does not have a tip jar. There are no subscription fees. And while in my fantasies, where the Boychick attends the ideal anti-kyriarchy preschool (affordable, diverse, mixed age, outdoor, where sexism and racism and ableism and homophobia and transphobia are explicitly exposed and opposed in a relaxed, supportive, and non-preachy way) and I sit down and do work every day, I am a much-published and highly-paid author… the truth is this is an unpaid gig for the moment. Which I’m not sure I dig.
My solution, for now? Amazon Wish List.
Reading gets me inspired, gets me writing. Like this blog? Buy me a book.
(The Doctor Who DVD set? OK, that’s not so much inspiration and as entertainment. But that’s necessary sometimes too.)
Arwyn
In my bathroom hangs a plaque with a picture of a yin yang and the word BALANCE. I can never get it to hang straight. This probably says something deep and meaningful about my life.