Currently trying to come up with a logo for column in the mag. You know, I think unpaid writers may be the most pretentious people in the world?
Now, I don't use this word lightly as I think that it is mainly abused by pretentious unpaid writers (it's right up there with misanthropic, which is fun to say but shouldn't pop up nearly as often as it does), but it fits.
Note that this is not about paid writers. These people have to actually work to come up with something that pleases their client or boss, just like the rest of us. Because when the paid writer receives their work back with red ink all over it they can ramble all they want about compromising the integrity of their work, but to receive payment they will make those changes.
The unpaid writer has no reason to not ramble. And ramble they will. Frequently about inane topics such as who they handed a safety pin to twenty years ago or, in fits of absurd superciliousness, quoting themselves.
But it doesn't end there. One ill fated day they will send you an e-mail suggesting that they need their own logo and a column header three inches high.
Since all we pay our writers is the ego boost of seeing their name in print I suppose this is something akin to a raise in pay.So perhaps this could all be solved by handing our writers a couple of dollars every month. Just as long as we never pay them by the word.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
This is not my life
Posted by Melody at 9.10.08
Labels: the exchange, trauma, What do people do all day?
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Lol! Now that is absolutely hilarious.
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