Please watch.Posted: July 18, 2016 Filed under: Uncategorized 3 Comments
I’m 33% of the way toward being fully funded—an artist who earns her living wage from individuals who value her work, and not from corporations and institutions that serve the status quo. I ask you, if you’ve ever benefitted from anything you’ve read on this blog in the last eight years—
(the anti-résumé, posts on self-care in social media, gender in theatre, data in theatre, diversity in literature, my travels in Iran, how to travel to Iran, non-monogamy, finding an agent, parental death, mansplaining, romantic love, living in Belize, creative control, childlessness, work ethic, day jobs for artists, body image, branding while female, self-cutting, harassment, sexual harassment, how to get published, learning a new language, depression, what it’s like to be at TED, discrimination in pop culture criticism, grief, writing practice, trans students at all-women colleges, living wage, self-doubt, new economic models, process porn, or hey, if you just came for the dresses!)
—then PLEASE WATCH THIS VIDEO.
In just under three minutes, it says everything I ever want to say about how economic models for artists are broken, how to fix them, my place in that equation, and YOUR place in that equation. Please watch. Please share. Please Patreon. I love this blog so much, but I can’t continue to write it unless I start making a living wage for my work. And then—I promise!—I will get back to blogging about things that aren’t Patreon 😉 Thank you.
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You are a gem, Monica. People, if you are not giving money to this phenomenal talent, do it. Do it now. Buy three less Starbuck’s coffees a year and support the beauty she creates. It’s not enough but it’s a start.
Thank you, Mark. We’re getting there. 😉
I am so incredibly glad that you said this. I find it intensely difficult to talk to other writers about the systematic corruption in all art, but especially writing, and I almost cried when watching this because someone else was saying the same things that I’ve said, and felt, for so long.