Sunday, December 13, 2020

Out of time.

Photo copyright Aji, 2020; all rights reserved.


That's what it looked like here this morning. What the photo doesn't do, though (I mean, unless you live here, and then you know what it means) is make clear just how cold it is. Single digits last night and again tonight, although it could see us go below zero in the early morning hours.

Meanwhile, I'm out of time. We've made exactly one holiday sale, and if that doesn't change, fast, It's going to make for an ugly remainder of the year, to say nothing of the start of 2021. Nothing matters now but making sales, but the problem is that I can't ever get enough time to promote anything. And if I don't bring in a bunch of them this week? We are thoroughly screwed going into 2021. There is no economy now. There's nothing. People are literally dying all around us from the government's failures, and I don't know how we keep them, or us, alive unless I bring in a significant number of sales over the next week and a half.

On top of it all, and my Patreon payout for November was down by some $400+ (now it's down only $300+). I'm pretty sure a couple of them are folks whose credit cards expired and they just need to update their accounts, so if that's you, please check your subscriptions; this is a BIG, BIG, BIG hit for us. 

I'm tired. Tired in ways no one will ever understand. "Can't hold your own head up because the physical fatigue is too much" tired. I don't care about any of the rest of it. Yeah, our craven and cowardly governor is willing to let us all die. Nothing I do makes a damn bit of difference, but I still have to keep us alive, and other folks, too. So:

And this will sound selfish, but I've spent the whole year working to help other folks survive in the face of some very ugly [and wholly unnecessary] odds, and yesterday, I hit the fucking wall. I'm going to do my work, I'm going to chase sales to keep us alive.  You know, simple things. But the outer world, with your colonial bullshit? Fuck all of it. After all, they're willing to let us die.


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