Before I tell you the magic word, let me provide some background. Moving to Chicago has been expensive, really expensive.
In fact, until the new business is off the ground, we are living in the red. Serious, brightly-hued red. We knew the risks going in, but bleeding cash hourly is, well, stress-inducing. Consider unexpected expenses: a dental problem (me), broken glasses (Anne), and preschool (Seth.) Okay, the last wasn’t unexpected, but the price was shocking.
Which brings us to the magic word. I had mentioned to my wife, Anne, long before we came out here that if the money situation looked too ugly, she would have to go back to work.
Did you catch the magic word? W-O-R-K. Why is it magic? Because Anne, who has claimed for years she wants to go back to work, now believes that swimming naked in Lake Michigan during the middle of the winter would be preferable to a 9-5 job.
Not that what she does isn’t work. She’s a full-time mommy and blogger. But as we all know, neither pay. At least, not in this country.
As soon as I started mentioning the magic word, though, Anne suddenly became immensely motivated to kick life back into her blog – er blogs. You can read about BookBuds relaunch here. You can read about her idea for an entirely new blog here, here and here. And you can see the new blog here.
If you don’t want to jump to the links, let me sum up quickly: Bookbuds reviews children’s literature. Her relaunch offered two books in a contest format. The new blog, called the Cybils, will honor the best children’s and young adult literature of the year.
Will it bring in any money? Well, we’ve had a $5 tip already. If we can keep that up for a year, we’ll have $1,825 a year. Um, okay so we can’t retire yet. (Actually, the amount is even less since Typepad took 40¢ of the tip. Grrrrr)
I can’t wait to see what happens next week when I bring up the next magic word: “poverty.”
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