How to Make Money by Writing Any Old Sh*t
Really.
Well hello, and welcome to How to Make Money by Writing any old sh*t. Brought to you by a writer who still writes any old sh*t to this day. Literally, today. Churning it out in the present, actually. Thanks for coming.
I guess there’s one of about three reasons why you’re here. Some of you, perhaps, think you might get a laugh out it and will have a quick scroll to see.
Some of you are serious writers, climbing on high horses ready to despair and tut.
And some of you really want to see how you can make money by writing any old sh*t.
Well, you’re all very welcome.
Humour seekers – sit at the front. Close enough to watch and see if I wink or not.
I set up the high horses behind them for those who wish to climb on. They’re close enough to inspect me but far enough away that you probably won’t hit me if you throw anything.
Sh*t-writing cash-seekers, sit at the back near the exit. Let’s face it, you would’ve done anyway.
Ok, first up – where can’t you get away with writing any old sh*t and make money?
First: Movies. Sh*t scripts don’t get bought. Sh*t films come from good scripts that had executives with better ideas. Or from writers who had money anyway.
Theatre. Definitely no money there even if you’re good.
Books? Does anyone still read books? How do you even scroll down a book?
Modern pop lyrics? Ok, I’ll give you that one.
But what if there was some kind of website that would allow absolutely anyone to write absolutely any old sh*t and guarantee it got published. Can you imagine?
But here’s the thing, short cut seekers at the back. Even then, you’d get shown up. You can churn out as much rubbish as you want, and you won’t make money. You gotta get good or get out. That’s how it works.
They’re leaving already at the back look. Lazy f*ckers. Probably off to curl out an article and pinch it off on the page. Nice. There’s a couple sticking around at least.
There’s a few from the middle still here I see. Come on, move down to the front, it’s ok. This wasn’t meant for you, but you’re more than welcome to stay.
And I’m well aware it’s not even that funny either, so thanks for sticking around if you’re at the front. I didn’t try that hard because let’s face it, you’re probably American so wouldn’t get the jokes anyway.
Don’t worry, Americans. I’m British so insults are a term of endearment. Just don’t give them back, we’re shy.
No, my target readers here are the few left at the back. Those who came to find a short cut but stuck around even though they didn’t get it. You guys need to stay. You can do this.
Write your sh*t and publish it. Who cares if no one reads it. It’ll be better if they don’t, you’ll cringe yourself when you read it back in six months time. But that’s because you’ll be better.
Keep reading articles by the best here. Read about writing. Read books by the best. Read Bryson. Read Taleb. Read blogs and screenplays and comics.
And keep writing any old sh*t. Because then you’ll get good. You’ll get informative and funny. You’ll see your readership grow and you may even make some money. And you’ll see me sitting at the front, taking notes on how to get to where you are, because let’s face it: I’m clearly still writing any old sh*t too.
Thanks for coming, but most of all, thanks for staying. That’s where the dollars are, after all.
Alexander M. Combstrong is a screenwriter, actor and film producer writing under a pen name. He has a degree in psychology and hates writing about himself in the third person. He writes mostly in psychology, personal growth and mental health.






