I don’t have an Etsy store. It’s not that I don’t want an Etsy store. After all, I make lots of stuff: Bags, pillows, duvet covers, needle cases, etc. I’m always fantasizing about making this or that cool fabric thing or customizing my checkbook cover or some such. If I actually made all the things I envision making, my house would be so full of crap lovely handcrafted artifacts that I’d be a candidate for the Hoarders TV show. Why not channel some of my creativity into some extra income? Plus with a fabric stash as big as mine I would have minimal start up costs.
So why don’t I have an Etsy store? Because when it comes right down to it: I make things all day at work and when I come home, I cannot seem to wrap my brain or my fingers around making more stuff. For one thing, it would cut into my knitting time. For another, I’d rather write.
I do have fantasies about the writing providing some extra income. Really, I’d like to believe it’s going to be my retirement income but that’s a little like believing one is going to win the lottery. So far, it’s pretty much still just a fantasy. Although I did get a lovely dinner at one of those Brazilian Gaucho places as a prize in a writing contest.
Today, however, I am one step further along the way to a second career as a writer. Today I am a published author with a short story in an anthology of works by UC Berkeley alumni.
The book is available here. The proceeds go to support an alumni group for those who work in the arts.
Next goal: get paid for writing something