Writer & Eternal Student
[How Not to Negotiate]
And the Sourpuss Award Goes to...
Published: May 14, 2009
I've been challenging myself to find article ideas everywhere. Whether I'm in the grocery store, walking around the lake or spending family time, everything and everyone is a potential article or blog post.
Imagine my surprise when unsolicited material for this blog landed in my lap. I couldn't believe it. I've gotta share this one with you guys. I wanted to call this post the Sourpuss of the Week Award, but I realize that I am fortunate enough not to run into that many sourpusses. So, right now, this person has the dubious distinction of having the first ever...
No Job for Mom Sourpuss Award!
Enough introduction, here's the email I received Wednesday (names have been changed to protect the sour):
Subject: Demand Studios
Good Day (Person's Name),
You would think that would be the end of it, but no... Here's her response to my response:
Even when I was a newbie I got paid $50 an article for neighborhood shoppers. I just don't buy it, Felicia. And I wish you'd stop.
Ok, I'm guilty. I couldn't let that go unanswered:
Good for you. I'm glad that you were able to start off with such a nice paying gig. We are all not (person's name).
Just as I decided that any further emails from this person will be deleted, she sent this last and final email:
the $50 per article was in 1978; I had no experience, just a degree. You can do better, Felicia. Now I'm through trying to get you to treat yourself as a professional. Anyone who writes for $15 a story is a hobbyist at best. And you are hurting the rest of us. Enjoy your day, too.
This woman appears to be having a difficult time securing writing assignments at the rate she believes she's worth. Rather than spending time on her freelance writing career, she prefers to clutter my inbox with blame. It's my firm belief that if my freelance writing career isn't going the way I'd like it to go, I need to have a talk with the person in the mirror, not select someone in cyberspace to blame for my inability to earn money. The time she wasted bantering back and forth with me she should have spent looking for work.
It takes all kinds!
About the Author: I am Felicia A. Williams, a wife, mom, grandma, writer and eternal student.
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