Migration

Come with me over to Substack!

Hullo there! My poor, neglected blog and lovely subscribers! I’ve been publishing over on Substack, and I somehow forgot to let you all know. I could have sworn I published a post to announce my debut on Substack.

a digital drawing of the blog author, Amy, who is in bed. She has purple hair, glasses, and is wearing an Ash t-shirt while reading a book. There is a cat on her right shoulder and another on her lap. A Lush poster is behind her. She is listening to a Hello Kitty CD discman.
It’s me! Artwork by neondemon.jpg AKA Luciano Oliveira

I love writing over here (via WordPress/Jetpack) and might be back, but for now, the best way to follow and support me is to subscribe (free or paid) to my writing on Substack. Over on Substack, it’s easier to set up the secure means for folks to support my writing through actual money. It’s where many reputable journalists have gone to publish after being laid off by legacy media.

I tried to set up a donation/tip jar/buy me a coffee widget here, but in the end, it turned out that I’d have to pay for it! Being disabled is expensive, and I want to try and earn some money from my writing. After all, I do have a B.A. in Professional Writing and a minor in Arts Journalism! And I’ve been doing freelance writing since I was in college. I find writing about all of my medical drama to be therapeutic (and I hope it’s helpful for others!).

If you’re unfamiliar with Substack, it’s pretty easy to subscribe to get emails whenever I write new material. There’s no need to install an app to read my posts. And for now, most new posts aren’t behind a paywall. For example, today I wrote about how intravenous lidocaine infusions are going for treating my Ehlers-Danlos syndrome and fibromyalgia. Don’t you want to find out if they’re a success? And you can get updated on my wheelchair saga! And of course, you’ll get all of your Bandcamp Friday picks!

I’m keeping this blog around, as at least an archive, through the end of the calendar year. I might be back sporadically. Apologies for any typos or grammatical errors, as the nurses told me to go home and take a nap, but instead, here I am writing again.