I had a tiny unplanned hiatus that was mainly due to stress and then a nearly week long cluster headache attack.
SO now that I’m all back first up an announcement.
I made a little splash re-entry into freelancing. I made my debut at Wear Your Voice Magazine. My first listicle and the first time I’ve written about race in a while. Predictably, a lot of White folks are mad as fuck at me. I’ve gotten some weirdly violent dick pics, I was informed by a friend that I got put on a list of dangerous racists.
Yeah okay, y’all do you.
Working with WYV is pretty great. They have been on my bucketlist of pubs for a while and I’ve yet again hit literary fuck it and I wrote the listicle and sat on it for a while and then voila. Opportunity came a callin.
Now that I’m doing a wee bit of freelancing let’s talk about some shit.
First read this.
There have been more than a few people writing about the big house publishers ghosting, ripping them off for both money and ideas etc and y’all….
Looking at (this includes private info shared with me that I have the ok to talk about but not in specifics) the dates of a lot of what’s finally being outed, during my darkest moments of feeling like the biggest asshole impostor ever, this was happening to other writers.
Me being me, I believed a lot of my failure was down to simply how much I suck. Of COURSE a publication would take my pitch and give it to someone better, of COURSE when I did land something, the editor disappeared and further emails went unanswered.
While I was busy burying myself in anxiety and depression over my failed career as a freelancer, I saw people who truly have a habit of writing and publishing trash. Not fun this is silly bus time reading but gross, racist, ableist, just ALL the terrible things trash. I watched them post those bylines proudly and then have complete meltdowns and tantrums if they got pushback.
I saw a lot of the same people pull that, then go out into the world to crow about how bullied they were for their work.
And then there was me, wanting to expand my little horizons, write some stuff.
Y’all this shit fucked me up so bad. I still am feeling some fallout and I think of how I felt then and y’all, it wasn’t JUST ME.
So if you’re in that place, it’s not just you. Yes, sometimes shit happens but the real point here is that sometimes there is bigger shit happening.
That’s all for now.
Be cool to each other and coming soon I’m gonna have a big ole nerdy post and a few more announcements.