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Have You Ever Wondered How Much You Could Earn From Airing Your Shit?
To find the answer, I did the dirty work for you
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I’d decided not to disclose my blogging earnings or write about Medium anymore because many important and wise writers like Ash Jurberg and Sarah Paris advised me not to.
But, then ole Hogan “Hoagie” Torah started posting his earnings and writing all about Medium on Fuck Niches and I thought, well, fuck it, I’m gonna share some of my blogging journey-and earnings-with readers (who are often writers) because as a rewriter (reader + writer) I’m definitely curious and I don’t wanna hear from the successful bloggies who boast 1k+ earnings each month (I’m looking at you Hogan).
Recently, I asked Hogan if he thought doing something (I don’t remember what) would endanger my brand.
Hogan replied to my question about branding:
“After that shit story you’re worried about something hurting your brand? If you haven’t noticed you’re brand is now nothing is sacred. You will write about anything. You’re braver than me in that respect.”
Followed up with:
“No, you should absolutely write for Fuck Niches. It’s perfect for you.”
Oh, right, it was about writing for Fuck Niches…
I asked because I founded Age of Empathy and maybe it isn’t a good look for the prestigious AoE pub founder to write in a pub with the f-word in its name.
But, I absolutely deploy f-bombs and other curse words with aplomb so I may as well be honest and upfront about that.
The f-word just doesn’t offend me.
And, I enjoy the FN content so I decided to chance it and I published this story:
Incidentally, this FN article, published on November 27, 2021, is doing pretty well.
As of December 4th, 2021, it’s made slightly over $17 which is on the higher end of most of my published articles.
On November 21, 2021, I published my most-daring article to date in Lindsay Rae Brown’s f’n fantabulous it’s just foam publication.
It’s about sex. And shit. And love.
I was scared to publish it and it’s why ole Hoagie is calling me brave. Thanks, bruh.
Presenting:
No, my husband wasn’t pleased to see I’d published this. No, I hadn’t asked. He seems to have given up on censoring much of my public writing.
I’ve waited 20+ years for this.
The grand earnings for literally publicly airing my shit story as of December 4th are a whopping…$14.22
That’s not much return for courageously sharing my most embarrassing shit story ever.
I expected Sarah Paris’s butt-sized earnings; yes, she’s written sexy church butt stories but she’s also written about having to run off to the bathroom because diarrhea in front of George Clooney and more diarrhea at a disastrous babysitting gig, so don’t even try to tell me my story is just not cute-butt.
I know it’s gross.
And, the moral is love can overcome all — even gross shit like what I wrote about.
It’s a modern love story, y’all.
My commenters even told me so:
I’ll admit my other sweet, sex-and-gratitude story published in Sensual: An Erotic Life is what’s taken the cake on my earnings in the last couple of months.
They say sex sells.
I’d say they’re pretty much right, but it’s best to leave the shit for other articles.
There are wiser bloggers than me on this platform.
What did I do wrong?
Is it fixable?
Who am I on this platform anyway?
Well, I (my mind told me) can answer that for you (me).
You are Aimée “Indomitable” Gramblin.
You doctor your earnings screenshots to help other creative writers feel better about themselves.
If they knew how much you really earn, who knows what crazy rumors they’d start to spread?
You have almost 3k followers who seem to resonate with some facet of your writing persona, which is kinda like a tree — it branches off in many directions.
You have almost 50 LISTS on your LISTS page from Fart Stories to Poetry to Humor to Favorite Writing by Other Writers to Fiction to Relationships to Memoir to Mental Health and more.
See?
Ooooo.
Okay, back to first-person: I didn’t know my LISTS link starts with “Start exploring Sex, Drugs, and Rock N Roll.” That might give my shit-stats a boost.
Or they might stay in the dumps.
I know, I know. I couldn’t not do it.
Are you on the list? You won’t know until you look.
I’m not ready to flush my blogging dreams down the toilet, you know?
So, could you please get over yourselves, realize that love is all, and read my shit?
PS.
I’d eat a cake shaped like a toilet.
Would you?
Aimee Gramblin is in a weird mood. She writes about shit and other topics for public consumption. No, don’t eat shit. That’s just weird and dangerous. If you’d like to support Aimée in her blogging endeavors, you can do all kinds of things.
-make her laugh
-clap on her articles
-comment on her articles
-follow her on Twitter @aimeegramblin
-subscribe to her email list to never miss another one of her stories
-pay $5 smackeroonies/month to read all her shit and the shit of a crap-ton of other writers
She will be so appreciative and she may even be talked into discontinuing writing about herself in the third person.
