IDEA: WAX Tip Jar - WAXWORKS Development

Since it costs almost nothing to sell somebody an NFT on WAX, I thought why not implement a tip jar?

Currently, NeftyBlocks doesn’t let the customer type in a payment amount so to create a tip jar I first created a non-transferrable “Thank You” NFT. I set the donation amount at $5 US which is the regional cost of a nice coffee. The person showing appreciation gets a receipt in the form of a burn-only NFT and the WAX immediately goes into the artists wallet!

If you’d like to make your own, feel free to copy mine (but please give me a link back in your drop.)

The Tip Jar fully functional demo is here: https://neftyblocks.com/c/googoonsgen1/drops/99297

Nicholas Tantillo2022-03-03T17:51:00+00:00

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I’m a solo dev named Nick and my goal is to make WAX tools for other creators to enhance their collections.
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“The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another’s heart.”

― Marcus Tullius Cicero

“The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another’s heart.”

― Marcus Tullius Cicero

Memento Mori

Because I could not stop for Death

Because I could not stop for Death-
He kindly stopped for me-
The Carriage held but just Ourselves-
And Immortality.

We slowly drove- He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility-

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess- in the Ring-
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain-
We passed the Setting Sun-

Or rather- He passed us-
The Dews drew quivering and chill-
For only Gossamer, my Gown-
My Tippet- only Tulle-

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground-
The Roof was scarcely visible-
The Cornice- in the Ground-

Since then- ’tis Centuries- and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity-

Emily Dickinson

Hello, friend.