Last night I managed to injure my hand. I’ll spare you the details, because they’d make you cringe, and me look stupid. Suffice it to say that today I have a couple of stitches and some soreness and just a little swelling, but my typing is no worse than it was before the
stupidity accident.I credit my friends at Art Therapy Day, who made me go and get those stitches. I didn’t think I needed them. I didn’t want them. (Needles in the hand? Yikes!) But Pauline, Rhea and Ali made it quite clear that if I didn’t do something under my own steam, I’d be having it done under theirs.
I’m happy about that, because this weekend is the Labour Day writing retreat, which we call “the binge”. I discovered a few days ago that the 30,000 words I’d written on “Here be Dragons” is actually 30,000 words of backstory, and I’m starting over. I’d like to get 15,000 words written this weekend, to get me more or less within spitting distance of the 30,000.
I had another opportunity to make a bad career move this week. I’d applied to do a blog in response to a call-out from a long-established magazine, one I, at least, was aware of in the seventies. I got the info about the gig today and, guess what? It doesn’t pay. (They put it “we pay in visibility, promotional links and (sometimes) sheer fame. As much as we might like to pay bloggers, we don’t have the budget to do so. We do believe that the prestige of having a blog [with us] and the potential visibility it can bring to your work, book, product, workshops, cause, passion, etc., is significant compensation.”)
Part of the deal is that the magazine can use my blog in the print edition, too. That means they are getting magazine content as well as web content, without paying the writer. Now, this magazine charges for advertising, and for subscriptions. I understand that there are costs involved in maintaining a website and in printing and distributing a magazine. I just feel strongly that paying one’s content writers should be part of that cost. Because they said that the website got about two million hits a month, I hesitated before I said “no”. Maybe that exposure would be good for me, I thought. I consulted with some friends, both the aforesaid Art therapy buddies, and some online people.
Guess what? Not one of the people I asked said that exposure was sufficient payment. They all recommended that I give it a pass. So I did. Hey, I’d already tried to take my hand off. I didn’t need another problem.
And in both cases, it was so great to have my friends firmly in my camp. Thanks, all of you. You’re the best.