Sexless in the City

Sometimes reading romance novels doesn’t quite prepare you for a love life...

For this 30-year-old urbanite, love is always a misadventure: The Harvard Lickwit, Hippie the Groper, the 5% Man, and the Ad Weasel. These and many other men wander in and out of her life — but never her bed.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Reader query

As you might guess, writing this blog doesn’t exactly pull in the loot. But for those who think I deserve to make some money doing this, what’s the most reader-friendly way that can happen? The purist in me would like to leave these pages untainted ... but unless each reader starts donating a dollar or something, that ain’t likely to remain practical for an unemployed writer such as I.

That leaves site-corrupting Google ads, which I can hear can be a fairly reliable source of income, modest though it may be. Thoughts on this quandary, dahlings?

Back with a “real” post after my coffee ... ;)