33 Ways to Earn Money

I have spent so much time the past two weeks trying to find a job and figure out a way to be able to pay for rent. My brain has twisted and turned around so many ideas, I've written so many emails and made so many phone calls ... all of which have led to this post, where I have come up with 101 ways to make money. Some can be done quick, some are probably out of reach (for me they are anyway), but maybe they'll help you on your money hunt.

Let's go:

1) Have a lemonade stand
2) Walk your neighbor's dog
3) Become a professional athlete
4) Publish and sell a "How-To" book
5) Create a new diet fad (then return to item 4)
6) House sit
7) Pet sit
8) Baby sit
9) Become a personal valet
10) Recycle bottles and cans
11) Create and sell homemade crafts
12) Become a guest writer on other people's blogs
13) Exploit Google Adsense
14) Sell plasma
15) Sell sperm
16) Participate in medical studies
17) Shovel snow off sidewalks/driveways
18) Hold a garage sale
19) Mow lawns
20) Deliver papers
21) Write personal ads for other people
22) Sell love poems at Valentine's Day
23) Sell items to drivers stuck in traffic
24) Haul people's stuff
25) Sell your art
26) Tutor
27) Sell your books
28) Sell your magazine subscriptions
29) Teach a class
30) Rent out your extra room
31) Sell song lyrics
32) Sell short stories
33) Sell advertising space on your T-shirts

Slacking off

I've been a slacker.

It's okay to agree. I have been and I know it. It's just, what kind of attention do you expect me to give these random blogs when I don't have a job and am running on fumes when it comes to my savings? Yes, being unemployed is annoying me almost as much as this dang sticky 'g' key on my laptop.

So instead of doing what I should be doing and writing about my process I have sulked and moaned the past week. Writing for me is therapy, it is the outlet for my aggression. And hey, I do some of my best work in the face of adversity. (What is it, great work comes from great sorrow?)

I guess I'm just frustrated because I found myself on a great role while being in New York for Christmas. The ideas wouldn't stop rolling. I should know by now that writers go through spells of low motivation and low creativity. I just don't like genuinely wanting to be creative and finding myself distracted by the obstacles in life right now.

Okay, enough pity talk.

Simple response is, "Okay, I need a job, and then there will be no more reason to be distracted." Which is true. If only finding that job were easy. You's think a college grad could find something.

Okay, I'm done. If you made it this far bravo. If not, I can't blame you. Hell, I barely made it myself.