On Seven Years as a Freelance Writer, or, How To Make Vitamin Soup

I once wrote an article for the Boston Globe and the publisher/editor of a new magazine contacted me and asked me to expand it for his publication. I did. I didn't hear from him. My best friend was a stripper at a Boston club and it turned out he was a regular client and he complained to her about me having no idea she knew me. Realizing he wasn't going to publish the piece, I demanded a kill fee, which he then proceeded to complain to her about while buying her overpriced drinks. I did finally, after months of emails to him, get a kill fee out of him. And I didn't even have to do a lap dance.

Posted on September 1, 2010 at 10:11 am 0