Tuesday, March 1, 2011

fingertips

just found out from my editor--i mine as well be saying my boyfriend, for each are equally foreign verbalizations to me--that my work, unfortunately, will not be compensated.

effff.

apparently the "boss man" doesn't have anyone on a regular payroll, besides a few exceptions, so that makes me feel a little better about the disappointing news. i wasn't expecting a six-figure salary here, just some seed money to cover the lattes and homemade granola that i purchase while i'm writing the damn column.

i'm still very pumped for this opportunity to craft my writing skills and be able to see my own words in newspaper ink smudged beneath my fingertips. the plan now is to write kick-ass pieces until i accumulate some leverage for myself. in three months time, its either show me da money or show me the door.