That was my first thought when I realized my publisher and I would be separating: Do I need to start an OnlyFans? After all, the internet’s most/least favorite scammer, Caroline Calloway, resorted to OnlyFans when she reneged on a reportedly $375,000 book deal. She put her camera on a tripod (or maybe just a flat surface, who knows) and self-styled herself into topless, literary characters, or as she called it, “emotionally poignant, cerebral softcore porn.” (Sorry to disappoint, but that’s not a link to the subject matter.)
And I did think about it. Not specifically OnlyFans, but what I would do if I had to pay back a substantial amount of money, fast. I thought about coaching, admissions consulting, opening up a daycare center for toddlers where I’d read them Nietzsche and Foucault. Going full Mr. Beast and churning out clickbait/ragebait YouTube videos I’d personally hate but which would get views (and therefore ad revenue).
And okay—I did also think about OnlyFans. I am a woman in the United States and on the internet, after all…