Thursday, April 21, 2005

To pay, or not to pay: that is the question:

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The crits and rejections of outrageous editors

Or to take arms against a sea of objections,

And by writing end them? To write: to submit;

No more; and, by submission to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish’d. To write, to submit;

To submit: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;

For in that submission of writing what dreams may come

When yet we open the SASE,

Must give us pause. There’s the respect

That makes calamity of so long life;

For who would bear the whips and scorns of editors,

The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,

The pangs of dispriz’d stories, the pay's delay,

The insolence of others, and the spurns

That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

When he himself might his sonnet make

With a bare pencil? who would laptops bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after submission,

The undiscover’d country from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pith and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry,

And lose the name of action. Soft you now!

The fair Thalia! Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remember’d.

HamIt, Prince of Doggerel

Act naughty, Seen seldom

(With many groveling apologies to Bill)

This travesty brought to you courtesy of BlogIt! (, sorry guys, no links from here!) For only $12.95 per month, BlogIt! Will graciously allow you to write as much as you want. If any fool should be so unfortunate as to actually read your words of platinum and ivory, they will give you a pittance of the reader's fee. Hmm. I wonder if Blogger's feeling the heat from this one.

I am a writer. I produce artifacts made of words. I expect to be paid for them (Lord willing at some point in my mortal lifetime). Paying to play is not in my plans, now or ever. If my writing is worthwhile, then someone will pay me for it. It's that simple.

I can understand why people will do this, though. Writing is a tough life. Getting recognized might be the hardest thing I ever do. Possibly it will never happen. Desperation can drive people to do things they will regret later.

What can you gain by paying someone to allow you to write? You can't use that as a writing credit. Any editor that sees that will consign you to the "Amateur, Wannabee, Don't Bother" pile, and that's a big hole to climb out of. Need practice? Need exposure? There are plenty of free blogging services to choose from. If your writing deserves attention, the audience will come. If your writing deserves it, publication will come. If your writing deserves it, people will pay you for it.


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