I was going to blog about something interesting, maybe even meaningful. I swear.
Then I saw the latest post by my friend Zukiswa Wanner, she who recently released her third novel "Men Of The South," and it resonated so much I decided to link you to it instead.
"I just found out recently that some Jordan/Paris sorta starlet in Joburg gets paid mucho bucks for selling her story to a magazine (Yay for journalism, Ms.Editor. Someone really cares to know the name this starlet whose claim to fame is a defunct Pop Idols career is sleeping with) . This after I had been asked by the same magazine to write YET another story for next to nothing. ‘We will give you publicity,’ was how they tried to sell it to me. Weirdly, two years ago, I would actually have done the story. I was under the dumb illusion that if someone sees my name on page 20voetsek of a magazine writing about something totally irrelevant to my writing they would be interested in buying my book and I would be the next Dan Brown. Didn’t happen."
Read the full post.
As for me, I've found that I get paid me more for work done without a byline than work that is published with a byline. So for the most part, I do bylined work as some sort of marketing ( though I still get paid by the magazines etc), as if to say, "hey, I'm still here, and I'm still somebody."
Question: What does Zuki's post, and my experiences tell you about the writing life? Is it much like you expected?