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7 People Pay for My Substack. That’s All I Need to Keep the Delusion Alive
I’m basically one subscriber away from quitting freelance and buying a castle. Probably in Arkansas.
Some people wake up and check their bank account. I wake up and check if a stranger on the internet decided I was worth $5.
Today, the number is 7.
Seven paid subscribers. Not bots. Not family members. Real people. Presumably. That’s enough to keep the delusion alive. Just barely.
It’s the kind of minor success that makes me think, “You know, maybe I am building something here.” And then five minutes later I’m questioning my life’s choices.
But for now, I’m staying delusional. I like it that way.
I Have No Strategy and It’s Working Poorly
You’re supposed to have a niche. You’re supposed to offer value. You’re supposed to network and do weird advice posts that sound like LinkedIn got drunk.
Okay, maybe not the last part. But if I read one more generic cheesy note, I’m going to really lose my mind.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WE DO NOT NEED ANOTHER CHEESY NOTE ON SUBSTACK THAT SOUNDS LIKE AI HAD A BABY WITH A WANNABE LIFE COACH!
