What’s the worst thing about being a writer, you ask?  Besides rejection, which goes without saying, it’s trying to get paid for my writing.  I’ve worked with some fabulous editors, but every once in awhile I have to nudge an editor to pay me.  As the year draws to a close, I’ve been nudging a couple of editors pretty hard. 

I am not talking large sums of money here, folks.  I’m talking about what amounts to two weeks of Starbuck’s mochas or one nice lunch (excluding alcohol) or a few paperback books or a two or three rounds of drinks on me.  It’s not a lot of money, but I earned it and it annoys me to no end to have to go begging for something that is rightfully mine.  I worked for it, I wrote something worth publishing (and even worth reprinting), and I want my money without sob stories or lame excuses, dammit.

Posted by Kristina in Writing at 10:52 PM Permalink