Congrats Ms Knickers! Sounds like you've hacked the idiot system. I'm looking to get set up in writing and art, another area where AI is putting the kibosh on things. On the scratcher for years so I had nothing to do but write novels and drink. Write drunk, edit sober... Some fella in the pub said that to me. I must have over five hundred-thousand of words written, probably a lot more. Never counted them all. Maybe even enough words to set up an LLM based on my own writing if I knew how. Multiple books, across genres, ready to hit the websites once I get my personal situation sorted out. And get the seed funding for covers, a quick edit from a professional on a few novels, layout so I can do Print-on-Demand, a website, mailing lists, accountant, graphics, get my office organised, a decent printer for my own edits on works-in-progress, dedicated work computer so I'm not distracted by The PROC. And this is all the biggest fucking hassle to organise because the idiots in charge wouldn't know an opportunity if it came in a Brown Thomas bag.
I've a fair few fans and have been read thousands of times, with people pestering me to release more despite me bollocks being worn away I'm so busy managing the shit the fucking idiot cunts are forcing me to deal with. I even have one or two established authors, earning serious wedge, who I think are willing to give me cover quotes and do some promotion for me.
The problem, as with your problem with the busybodies in charge, is navigating the fucking bureaucracy. There's complete simpletons out there who'd prefer to see me work a few shifts in some horrendous Centra with a bunch of simpleton students trying to scam everyone for laffs than earning my own bobs in a way that keeps me sane, dry and contributes more than doling out disposable vapes and Monsters to the future stars of middle manglement.
I was going to go down the whole black economy route of all that but it's not right. When I saw the sizable amount of money hit my account from my first novel I released as an experiment I had to stop. There was no way to do it legit, given the rules, and maintain the support I really, really fucking need for my health. The powers that be would prefer to see me isolated, miserable and drunk than paying tax and reducing the strain on things, even just a little. The fucking mush-brained morons. Would you be well!
