a public response to an unnamed bozoâs sales pitch
So, yeah. I got an email overnight from somebody who visited my site and had important questions like:
- How do you support this website without advertising?
- Why do you give away your content with a full-text RSS feed instead of running a newsletter?
- Why do you even bother having a website when you can write on Substack or Medium and not have to deal with the technical stuff?
- Why give away your fiction instead of selling ebooks on Amazon?
- How do I expect people to take me seriously if my writing isnât a side hustle?
Of course, if I paid him (and if I acted now Iâd get a discount off his usual fee) he could devote his attention to me as a social media guru and help me boost my profile, grow my followers, and achieve the prominence I deserve so I can write for a living.
This is a silly sales pitch from a silly person who probably canât deliver on any of their promises, and such cosmik debris hardly merits a personal response. Nor can I be bothered to quote their email with attribution; I am instead paraphrasing and condensing. Nevertheless, the questions I abstracted out of this clownâs bullshit might be worth answering.
supporting a website without advertising?
This oneâs easy.
I am not a âcontent creatorâ (except in the bathroom, where everybody creates—or excretes—content).
I have a day job; for my sins, I am a full-stack thaumaturge at a Big 4 consulting firm.
It pays me a fairly generous salary that was respectable before the plague, and is barely adequate today.
I rent a domain for about $15/year.
I rent space on Nearly Free Speech by depositing money into an account that is debited based on how much traffic my site actually gets.
If the account runs low they email me and I top it up.
Since the site is static HTML (with a little CSS as a treat) and has no server-side or client-side code, hosting and running site usually doesnât cost me more than $5-10/month.
If you do the arithmetic youâll find that itâs not that expensive to run a website, especially if you donât get a lot of traffic. I spend more money per year on streaming TV subscriptions that Madam Catastrophy uses more than I do, and even she acknowledges that theyâve become like cable TV in that most of whatâs available isnât worth her time to watch.
I certainly spend a hell of a lot less on this website than I do meeting the annual deductible for my capitalist death panel employer-provided health insurance.
Even if I were to monetize, all I would do is make my website shittier for what might, if Iâm lucky, amount to enough money per month to take my wife out for pizza. Iâd have to report the income, ad revenue is 1099 income and thus taxed differently from wages and salaries from a W2 job, and tax prep for a W2 job is already more complicated than it needs to be thanks to lobbyists working for the likes of Intuit and H&R Block.
why have my own website?
I donât want to be a digital sharecropper. Iâve done it before â I used to have 20,000 followers on Google+ and 1,500 on Twitter in 2014 â and it wasnât worth it.
Google+ was dragged out behind the barn and executed in 2019. Sometimes I miss it, the way you might sometimes miss an ex even though you really werenât all that great for each other.
I donât miss Twitter. I donât get to miss Twitter because it just wonât fuck off and die already. Twitter is still hanging on under Elon Musk, but instead of being the virtual equivalent of a bathroom wall itâs now competing (with Reddit, 4chan, Facebook, and Gab) to be the worst toilet on the internet.
On a more idealistic level, I still believe in John Perry Barlowâs Declaration of the Independence of Cyberspace. I still believe the internet is a place where everybody willing to build their own space online can enjoy mostly unfettered freedom of expression, one of the fundamental human rights enshrined in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
Am I completely free to speak my mind straight from the heart on my personal website, regardless of how offensive it might be? No. My host can still give me the boot if I post anything too egregious, but they host sites far more offensive than mine, because their speech is still legal in the United States and protected by the First Amendment, and donate the hosting fees they collect to organizations opposing their nastier clientsâ views. They call it âMorons Funding the Fight Against Moronsâ, and itâs a policy of which I wholly approve.
Does this mean I donât participate on platforms I donât own and operate?
No.
Iâm on the Fediverse and Iâve recently joined a couple of old-fashioned web forums.
I maintain a presence on a couple of old-fashioned web forums, among them the one run by 32bit CafĂŠ and Basement Community.
Not to mention MelonLand and the Midnight Pub.
But I do so knowing that I am a guest and that what I can freely post on my own website might not be suitable for these platforms.
However, itâs no different from going to a bar.
I might be able to walk around with my cock hanging out at home, but thatâs not acceptable behavior out in public so I need my own place in both meatspace and cyberspace.
Furthermore, while there are people who seem to do reasonably well tying a domain theyâve rented to their accounts on Medium or Substack, I suspect that they will regret it if these platforms ever run out of venture capital and must shut down for lack of revenue. Substack supposedly funds itself by taking a 10% cut of subscription fees from paid newsletters, but weâll see if that revenue is enough to satisfy investors ever hungry for an ever-growing return on investment or if Substack faces enshittification like every other platform seems to do. Also, Substack is still a Nazi bar.
why give away my fiction?
I already tried selling it. I published __WITHOUT_BLOODSHED over a decade ago, and __SILENT_CLARION a few years after that. For a couple of years my novels sold well enough to complicate my tax prep. I got quarterly royalty deposits, received 1099s, and had to report the income. I had to track business expenses: authorsâ copies, promotions, advertising, conventions, accommodations for conventions, meals, hookers, blow, mileage, etc. Every April Iâd lay awake at night wondering if this would be the year I faced an IRS audit.
I actually had to run a business. I donât think I did particularly well at it, and I would rather not attempt it again, at least not as a third full-time job on top of my day job and being a halfway-decent husband.
Iâm not interested in trying to sell books on top of my day job any longer. Iâd rather just put them on my website, where theyâre available if somebody wants them, than settle for the less than the deal I want.
What sort of deal do I want? I can explain it in four words: replace my day job. Thatâs right. I want the same deal Charles Bukowski got.
And if I canât have that, maybe youâll find this more palatable. I donât give a damn if youâre The Atlantic or part of the New York publishing cartel: if you want me to write for you, I want you to put me on your payroll as a full-time salaried employee getting a W2 every year. I want at least $125,000/year with the usual benefits, annual increases to cover the cost of living, and guaranteed time-and-a-half for overtime. You provide requirements and deadlines and Iâll meet them. Iâll even pretend I give a flying fuck about the corporate culture if the moneyâs right.
Just like I do as a software developer. Donât give me shit about not having a MFA that would âqualifyâ me as a writer. I donât have a BS in computer science, either, but I manage reasonably well without it. This is still America, dammit, and you donât need a degree to prove that you can do things—unless you intend to practice law, medicine, or actual engineering. You can just do it.
But my Starbreaker saga is off the table. You donât get to publish that, whether I retain copyright or it becomes âwork for hireâ. That is my work, done my way. Iâm writing it to scratch my own itch, because __GRIMOIRE(literature-aint-burger-king, literature ainât Burger King) and if I want have it my way Iâve got to do it myself.
dude, this is a personal website
This bozo wasnât the first to ask me why they should take anything I write seriously because I make no attempt to monetize my website. I doubt theyâll be the last.
Nevertheless, it needs to be said: this is a personal website. It might look quasi-professional because of my (lack of) design sense, itâs still my personal website. This is a place for me to express myself. I tell you up front that Iâm not a guru or an expert in any particular field, and that nothing I post should be considered factual unless independently verified.
Somebody trying to post as an authority in their field would not tell people that their website is basically television and you shouldnât believe anything you see just because it seems plausible or rings true to you.
And, really, if you canât take something seriously unless itâs paywalled or fills your phoneâs screen with auto-playing video ads, then you might want to get professional help. In my thoroughly unprofessional opinion, youâre suffering from capitalism-induced traumatic brain injury.
And if this turned out to be a rant, what did you expect? How many times do I have to say it? This is a personal website. Rants and half-assed manifestos are to be expected.
This is certainly not my side hustle, and your side hustle __GRIMOIRE(shite-hustle-no-revenue, can eat a giant bag of dicks).