Okay, I'm going on a rant here but it happened again yesterday and it's fresh in my mind...
How often have you met a new person and had a lovely, delightful conversation where you think, "Oh, I like this person. We could be friends".
THEN, the conversation gets to, "What do you do?" And "it" happens...
"I'm a freelance writer."
"Oh? That must be exciting."
blah, blah, blah
yadda, yadda, yadda
Time passes and "We should get together for lunch."
"Great, let's set that up."
Time passes, we get together for lunch. We have a nice lunch filled with laughter, good company, really nice time and then...
*BAM*
"Hey, I brought this (article, magazine, book, short story, fill in the blank) to see if you would look at it and help me out. I'd like to get it published and I was hoping you'd teach me how you do it."
"Um, not in a hour, I can't. And I usually charge an hourly rate for stuff like this."
"But, we're friiiieeeeennnnnnndddddds."
"Not anymore, we're not."
Really? What makes these people think that as a writer I am open to them for "teaching them" how to do any of this? No one taught me the business, I learned it on my own. I bought books, I actually READ the books, I surfed the 'net, I have this board... I did it "myself" with only a bit of gentle prodding along the way from other published writers. I give advice here and other boards. I get advice here and at other boards. We have a sympatico relationship. It never occurred to me to pin someone down and demand they help me all in the name of "friendship".
I actually had someone who called me daily for about two months, both on my cell and my home phone (given to them by a well-meaning co-worker. She's now dead to me! LOL) until I finally changed my numbers. They caught me a few months after that in the grocery store and asked why I did that and I told them, "Because I'm not an editor and you won't leave me alone."
How many of you now wish you were telling people you were an auditor for the IRS? Or a mortician? Or a septic tank cleaner? Or a handler of bio-medical waste? Or a meth lab owner? Or a mercenary in South America? Or the killer of kittens for the sake of watching them die?
Gawd, I'm exhausted...
How often have you met a new person and had a lovely, delightful conversation where you think, "Oh, I like this person. We could be friends".
THEN, the conversation gets to, "What do you do?" And "it" happens...
"I'm a freelance writer."
"Oh? That must be exciting."
blah, blah, blah
yadda, yadda, yadda
Time passes and "We should get together for lunch."
"Great, let's set that up."
Time passes, we get together for lunch. We have a nice lunch filled with laughter, good company, really nice time and then...
*BAM*
"Hey, I brought this (article, magazine, book, short story, fill in the blank) to see if you would look at it and help me out. I'd like to get it published and I was hoping you'd teach me how you do it."
"Um, not in a hour, I can't. And I usually charge an hourly rate for stuff like this."
"But, we're friiiieeeeennnnnnndddddds."
"Not anymore, we're not."
Really? What makes these people think that as a writer I am open to them for "teaching them" how to do any of this? No one taught me the business, I learned it on my own. I bought books, I actually READ the books, I surfed the 'net, I have this board... I did it "myself" with only a bit of gentle prodding along the way from other published writers. I give advice here and other boards. I get advice here and at other boards. We have a sympatico relationship. It never occurred to me to pin someone down and demand they help me all in the name of "friendship".
I actually had someone who called me daily for about two months, both on my cell and my home phone (given to them by a well-meaning co-worker. She's now dead to me! LOL) until I finally changed my numbers. They caught me a few months after that in the grocery store and asked why I did that and I told them, "Because I'm not an editor and you won't leave me alone."
How many of you now wish you were telling people you were an auditor for the IRS? Or a mortician? Or a septic tank cleaner? Or a handler of bio-medical waste? Or a meth lab owner? Or a mercenary in South America? Or the killer of kittens for the sake of watching them die?
Gawd, I'm exhausted...
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