That’s just funny. Funny in that you have got to be kidding me kind of way.
I have not worked for Back Stage West for nine months. We did not part ways on the most pleasant of terms. Still, they are–and always have been, per our contract–able to republish my work forever and ever without paying me for it.
That’s cool. Whatever.
Well, today I get this email from the Managing Editor of the paper. She’s been sent a copy of the [get this] CHAPTER I CONTRIBUTED TO THEIR FORTHCOMING BOOK along with some editorial guidelines passed down from New York, asking me to do the edits and get it back to them this week.
Um, what?
So, I call her. I recognize the article, of course. It’s one I wrote for the paper itself in the course of my regular gig as a columnist for those three years.
I’VE NEVER EVEN HEARD ABOUT THIS BOOK, MUCH LESS CONTRIBUTED TO IT WITH MY KNOWLEDGE!
And now they’d like me to edit the piece?
OMGTTFFTIHERIMEL!!!
Wow. That’s a hoot!
Tell ya what… I’ll edit the piece for you. My rate is $500/hr. and I’m sure it’ll take me at LEAST ten hours to do. HOWL!!!!!!!!!