So I had a plethora of interesting jobs, and then the hubby got a great job and retired me (or tried to) twenty years ago.
Then I started looking for a way to make money on the Internet. Oh, my, I laugh until my sides hurt.
I sold some of my handmade jewelry and artwork on eBay. A few collectibles. What a PITA.
I taught myself webdesign and designed websites that sold porn, and shared my own art as clipart as well as my stories and articles. Okay, that was fun, but didn't make much. And Bush got in office and hubby started having nightmares about the men in black with big fucking guns coming to take me away for slinging porn. So I got out of that altogether.
Well, mostly. I got a job-ish writing porn stories on commission. That was fun for a little while but I got to feeling like a hack and writing was losing all it's fun for me. But I had rights to some of my stories yet, so those are out on Kindle now. Of all this journey, they still make the most money.
At one point I had 12 blogs on various subjects, several that came up #1 in Google searches and I got a dab of money now and then for ads or endorsements.
Then we went on the road for a bit and my webhost thought that would be a good time to sell themselves to someone who did something to the servers and literally broke every single website and blog I owned overnight. BAM. So much for that little residual income.
I wandered around New Mexico and worked a few outside the house jobs and then hubby got too sick for me to be gone all day.
At this point I think I can say I've given publishing on Kindle a good stab. Mostly I've discovered that porn sells even if you don't make any effort at all! Carefully crafted novels - TANK. Well, unless you have the money for advertising, a publicity firm, or a big fanfic following. I'm too much of a bitchy introvert for all that. Not to mention, a man. Not that I'm gonna quit or anything. As mentioned in yesterday's post, I'd write if I had to do it using my own blood on tree bark so... may as well polish it up now and then and either stick it on Wattpad or a blog or Kindle. Still making up my mind on that.
Still learning Japanese. Oy Vey! Really hard. Still doing a little origami which is fun but leaves me with a bunch of little paper sculptures I can't give away. Still draw and color a little bit, but the technology to do digital art is gone, and replacement is out of my price range for something that is, face it, a hobby. I've learned my lesson about putting art on the Internet - great way to work really hard on something so you can give it away and have others claim it as their own and sell it. I did a little commission work. It was fun. Can't get commissions.
I earn the most at the Mechanical Turk - sometimes I make $5 in a day! No, really, I get excited about it. Face it, I get pretty excited about the $5 a month I get from my Kindle books.
And now there's this tickle at the back of my brain. Games. Video games for PC, game consoles, Android, Phones... I mean I never thought of myself as a gamer. At least, I was deep into D&D and AD&D when it was tabletop, but I was completely disappointed in the early computer versions. But now I, who always thought I was the anti-gamer, spend a few hours a day happily playing silly games of one form or another on the PC or mostly my Kindle Fire.
Hmmm...I wonder how hard it is to make one of these...and how much you make off them?
So, I've been looking it up today. Basically, I'd say it's like anything else. What you put in, is what you get out. But wouldn't it be FUN to make games? And...maybe I'll make a penny or two. I am kicking myself - we nearly bought a game a few years ago that I used to play and love that got basically abandoned by the developers (which happens to a LOT of games) but at the time I didn't have the confidence that I would be able to learn to code it. I should have done it. Hell, I taught myself to code webpages, didn't I? Well, hindsight and all that and really, who knows if it would actually have been a good idea.
Game Dev... my next title? What the hell else am I doing with my time?