Piper wants paid. She’s figured out that you like this blog. She doesn’t know what 50,000 hits means but it sounds like an awful lot. Yesterday she demanded royalties.
“Shouldn’t I get paid, you know?” Piper asked. “For the blog? I do provide all of the content.”
“That’s true,” I agreed, “but I don’t get paid.”
“Because I don’t charge anything for it. I don’t sell it. And I’ve said ‘no’ to advertisers so far.”
“Whatever,” Piper said, “I should still get paid.”
“In fact,” I added, “I pay for the domain and I pay for the privacy so that word press can’t do anything with my content.”
“Still,” she insisted, “I need money.” Piper doesn’t yet live in logic world.
“How much do you want?” Sissy opened the bidding.
“Sold!” I said.
Piper paused. “I should have asked for more.”
“Yep,” Sissy agreed.
she will know for next time
I would have made her bargain.
I do seem to be losing money on the deal, but I’ve gained a whole year worth of memories. Seems fair.
I guess so.