You know, the writing universe has a way of balancing out. Creator’s karma, maybe.
I’ve been writing a monthly column on small press, independent publishers and self-published works for an upstart ezine for the last, oh, about five months. Really did enjoy it, even if the covers of the ezines were a touch raunchy for my taste. The editor was a nice fellow who did a good job returning emails and eventually paid me for my first three trial columns. Always had something nice to say about my reviews which goes a long way for the ego.
Two months ago I agreed to a six month extension of the original contract but as the days moved on, I had an inkling that there were more things I wanted to do writing-wise–and being tied to a column like that wasn’t really one of those things. Nevertheless, I’d given my word and stuck to it.
So imagine my surprise when the editor didn’t respond to my last column submission and I checked out his site to find he’d folded up shop. Interesting. Part of me was disappointed–I’m in the throes of interviewing an award-winning, multi-published, super-talented erotica author who’s also a long-time, dear friend. But part of me was relieved. I could give up the column with no regrets. (well, other than not being paid for two months’ interviews).
But that wasn’t the cool part. That was the door closing, which wasn’t all that bad.
Another writing friend and colleague who I write a monthly book review for (on writer’s books, no less) forwarded me an ezine this very morning because the editors were looking for someone to teach an ecourse on book reviewing on their website. My friend thought of me and sent the info to me for consideration. I, in turn, emailed the editor, mentioned my credentials and that I wanted more info.
Received a reply later this afternoon that she was very interested and that, after reading the info she’d sent, would I check out the course listings already on the site and consider submitting a course proposal to her. Would I? I’m looking at the details as I type this. I’m a teacher by day, a writer by night (and day, somtimes). Talk about a dream job. Wouldn’t be raking in the dough but I’d be making some.
I’ll keep you updated. In the meantime, quit reading and start writing.
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