Whether or not you’ve heard of Substack yet, if you want more writing (ramblings) from me, I’VE GOT YOU COVERED. I know that’s more than a little presumptuous of me – that you’d want even more ramblings from me than you’re already getting, that is – but I’m going to work my chutzpah and assume that you’re here, so of course you want more.
(All of that was just a test to see if you’d switch off, because if you haven’t by now then you are a HARDCORE reader. And I love you for it. And don’t worry, ye shall be rewarded.)
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Okay, enough gibberish for a moment. To backtrack a little:
I wrote about my financial and general life/health/career woes a couple of months ago. I poured my guts out in terms of how much I’d been struggling to make ends meet due to my income taking a dive during the pandemic and then, instead of picking up last year, it took a complete and utter death dive into an abyss of savings obliteration and forced credit card debt.
Which is a fancy way of saying, “I had ZERO work coming in and we literally had no money to buy food” (hence the credit card debt which although it’s all on 0% interest for X number of months, it’s still debt that has to be paid back eventually).
The response I got in the comments from you, dear readers, was nothing short of extraordinary – and deeply humbling. The empathy and the tales of similar situations hit me hard. As one of the longest posts I’d ever written (it was a freakin’ essay at 4,500 words), I realised that blogs are NOT dead, despite what social media would make you believe. People DO want to read stuff-what-you-have-written.
(I wrote “stuff” and immediately thought of the “Lumpy blue sweater” scene in The Devil Wears Prada where Miranda Priestly (our lord and saviour Meryl Streep) says to Andy (Anne Hathaway), “You’re wearing a sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room from a pile of… stuff.” There you go, I’ve likened my writing to the collection of cerulean gowns that Oscar de la Renta designed in 2002. So yeah, I write “stuff”.)
Back to STUFF. Stuff what I write [so eloquently].
What several people suggested to me – in the comments and via email – was, had I considered writing on a paid subscription platform like Patreon or Substack? Because apparently, a not-quite-double-figures number of people boldly declared they would PAY to read what I wrote. That they would happily pay a small fee to read my “stuff”. (I didn’t ask, they kindly offered.)
My response was Noooooo, nope, no. I always said I wouldn’t charge people to read what I wrote. The blog would always be free.
AND SO THE BLOG SHALL REMAIN. Free, that is.
What I knew, however, was that I had to not only find ways of being able to pay for food that we needed in order to be able to continue to live, but I also knew I needed money to pay off the credit card bills that came as a result of needing to eat every day for the last 12 months or so. (Yeah, I know, how dare I 😉 .)
It may come as a shock to some brands – and some influencer-hating keyboard warriors – that some of us need to eat, and by that I mean eat food. Not clothes, jewellery, skincare, makeup, menopause supplements or anything else I’ve been offered in exchange for helping brands make money by advertising their wares on my platforms (that I’ve spent 12 years building into a business). So, to the PR agency being paid by the brand but who doesn’t want to pay me: clothes don’t pay the bills or put food on my table. And ah don’t work fo’ free [gifts].
I mean, menopause supplements might be enough to keep me going for 24 hours or so, but it’s not something I’d recommend. (Please note that was written with a heavy dose of sarcasm.) I need food, and unless they’re offering a live-in chef with all-inclusive meals for 12 months, it’s not a fair trade. Anyway, I’ve moaned often enough about how being offered “free gifts” isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, so I need to nip this moaning in the bud and get to the point.
Therefore, after a little more thinking about the whole “paid content” thing, I realised that maybe – MAYBE – I could at least consider signing up to Substack, writing more there, and giving people the option to pay a small fee to have even more writings of mine made available to them to read. And then, almost immediately after that realisation, I read this post on Substack:
‘The blogging boom is back — and it’s happening on Substack’
– which made me go, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, NOW I get it.” In a nutshell, and the way I understand it, Substack is essentially a social media platform for old-school bloggers (and writers generally). Like a photographer has their own website and can utilise Instagram as a social media platform to reach a larger audience, bloggers have their own blogs and can then utilise Substack as a [social media] platform to reach a larger audience.
Substack is where writers can write newsletters. They can write mini-blogs. They can write short stories. Those things make me ooh and aah and rub my hands with glee.
I signed up on the spot.
(You’ll need to subscribe to me on Substack if you don’t already receive my blog posts by email but DO want the jazzy new content…)
Here’s a quick summary of the point I am trying to make here:
Hopefully I’ve explained what Substack is and what I intend to do with it/use it for – let’s hope I’ve understood the assignment as I’m literally starting from scratch with it! – but I’m actually quite excited about all the writing I’ll get to do.
I have SO many ideas for what I can write about that I’ve started a folder in my Google Drive for Substack ideas, and I’ve added each of them to my Google Calendar (AKA my work diary).
I hope they’ll amuse, entertain and interest you.
I hope they’ll make you stop and think now and then.
I hope they’ll get discussions going.
I hope that the spark they’ve ignited in me will turn into something bigger, better and (maybe even) profitable.
And I hope that they’ll itch the writing scratch I’ve had since the day at primary school I wrote a very long, detailed story about Robin Hood, er, “playing with his merry men” in Nottingham Forest [note: not Sherwood Forest. The Sherriff of Nottingham/Sherwood Forest thing clearly confused the hell out of me as a kid]. My teacher knowingly wrote “Do you mean the football team?” in the margin. He tactfully avoided the whole “Oldy-worldy English outlaw asked his mates if they could come out to play” scenario I had created, much to my mother’s amusement.
So yeah, I’m gonna write stuff. More stuff. I’ve written the first newsletter (aka short story/ramblings/article), and it’ll go out in the next few days. And if you fancy parting with the price of a couple of coffees a month to read even MORE of my stuff in the future, then we can be friends forever because I will be SO grateful, and flattered too.
Bonus: I get to buy stuff. That’s foodstuff I can eat – and I will it eat with joy and gratitude.
Remember, if you’re not already subscribed to Not Dressed As Lamb’s new blog posts by email then you won’t receive the Substack newsletters! So…
Thanks for reading,
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