The economy sucks

November 13th, 2009

All around me, the economy is showing. Friends and family are eating up their savings cushions. Writers and editors I know are in low level panic. Etc. Etc.

I was laid off from my last full time gig two months ago, but really, I haven’t worked a day job with any regularity since I went to Clarion West in summer 08. My husband, Chris, an artist, has recently returned to school to upgrade his day job skills. Having been raised poor myself, and living in a house of two relatively creative people, we’ve managed, thus far, to continue living.

I usually speak in broad strokes here in this blog, but I’m starting to feel obligated to try and share some of the tips and tricks we use here in the Gussoff-Sumption camp to stay afloat (and by afloat, I mean bobbing around the surface getting occasional gasps of air, not racing across in a honking and luxurious yacht. These are not get rich tips. These are staying fed and clothed tips with the electricity on).

Today, I’ll share three internet sites that have helped us get by. If these are interesting to you and seem helpful, let me know by commenting or by sending me an email. I’m happy to go on to cover keeping your fridge filled, scaring up health care, and so forth, if folks are interested.

–Go to the content mills, or “work for hire.” There’s always a lot of poorly paying gigs out there. Suck it up and take one. You won’t be writing art. So what? Use a pen name if it bothers you (I don’t, but really, do people care? Half the time my content mill articles don’t give bylines, and when they do, whatever). A place I have direct experience with is Demand Studios (who’ve gotten a lot of mixed press lately). The pay is relatively low, but the articles can be, well, interesting (I’ve written articles on making chicken manure tea, using Hoyer lifts, making plaid pants for punks, knitting hats, using Suboxone, getting diagnosed with psoriasis…) and once you get the hang of what they want, you can make 30 bucks an hour. They pay twice a week, they pay on time, and they will now be offering health insurance (!!!!!!!) for freelancers who average 30 articles/month for more than 3 consecutive months. The application process is straightforward. The work is steady. I’ve worked with them on and off for 2 years, and they’ve never screwed me. They’re honest about what they want, how they want it, and when they want it. Right now, they are my main source of income. If you’re a broke writer or editor, I can’t encourage you strongly enough to go apply already.

–Low paying content mill jobs require lots of internet searches. Get free stuff to treat yourself with while you have to search anyway. There are lots of “reward” sites out there (they seem to come and go), but the one I use right now is swagbucks (which has been around for awhile). I really don’t ever promote this kind of stuff, but swagbucks is easy and free.
You use their search engine (which uses Google, only with more sponsored links) and you earn “swagbucks” which you can then trade in for a variety of stuff–most notably and interestingly, Amazon gift cards. The prizes are real and actually show up, the site is legit, and they don’t spam you. The search results are pretty diluted, so reserve your serious searches for Google straight up. But for causal searching, you may as well get free stuff. In fact, I’m pretty close to getting a $50 Amazon gift card, which will be one of my husband’s holiday gifts. If you sign up, I’d appreciate you using my referral link, but you don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable.

Join Freecycle. I’ve gotten great stuff from local folks who were trying to declutter, including the office chairs Chris and I are sitting on right now and a breadmaker that I use at least once a week. I’ve been able to give people stuff we didn’t need, including an extra toaster, a bathroom scale, and a gigantic sack of yarn scraps–all to folks that can use them. It’s awesome. Really. Not just because it kept the stuff out of landfills, but because, hey, you know, free stuff we/they needed. There’s a Freecycle group in just about every metropolitan area and most have email lists or newsletters that list stuff people are looking for or are giving away.

Friday five

May 8th, 2009

1. I had a good writing week last week. Not because I actually got anything done, but because Abyss & Apex grabbed my first post-CW story, “Section III” for their 4th quarter issue. There was a jubilant underwear dance attached to that.
2. Secondly, people have been so freaking generous advertising Brain Harvest’s fundraising drive. We owe a giant debt of gratitude to Tor.com and Io9, among many others, for helping us get the word out.
3. Still looking for honest day labor. Last year, I wrote a post that, at the time, felt completely accurate about the multitude of ways one could cobble together a bad-but-decent living while writing. I’m not sure it still is, or when it will be again. Both Chris and I have had a really hard time finding long term or full time work. I have an informational interview soon, though, with a great local company, so I am hoping that may sometime turn into something.
4. Piggybacking on #4, I’ve decided I need a skill. An actual skill. One that is transferrable, in demand, that sort of thing. So, WA state is still offering worker retraining and I am going to take advantage of it while I can. Starting this summer, I am going to take a weekend program for the quarter so I can get a phlebotomy certificate. I thought long and hard about doing programming instead, or possibly paralegal studies, but decided on entry level healthcare–and I’d much rather poke veins and deal with lab samples than anything else right now (it feels like science!). I’ve been seeing long, sobby posts online from phlebotomists who haven’t been able to find work either, but I’m going to try and do some additional work  to make myself extra-hirable–start volunteering at the blood bank asap, get as many certifications from the Red Cross as are appropriate, and whatnot. Maybe between writing, contracts, and phlebotomy, I can, oh, pay some bills–maybe even have some fun (holy crap!).
5. Tomorrow is my husband’s birthday, so I am taking him to see Star Trek. I am both very excited to see this, and completely dreading it. The trailers make it seem like a WB show in space. But, dude, it’s Star Trek. At one point, I would say, dude, it’s JJ Abrams…still a giganormous Lost fan, but now, you know, Fringe (*sigh*).
Anyway, I made Chris some presents and got him a small bottle of that man-cologne he loves so well.  I may try and do up an ice cream cake, too. I hope he likes it. He deserves like, oh, a hundred treats.

BONUS: A huge yipee for Mary Rosenblum for being nominated for a Sidewise Award (for great works of alternate history), BTW.

Full plates

February 12th, 2009

The fair and lovely Eden Robins recently reminded me that I have a horrible habit—one that springs forth from a good place, but is nonetheless a horrible habit—of saying yes to things before I fully think through whether I can logistically and sanely handle one more thing on my plate.
Lots and lots of my friends have mentioned this to me over the years–Jamie, Suzanne, my husband–and I fully acknowledge that I do it, completely swear to watch the tendency, clear my decks–then slowly, surely fill it all up again.

I know why I do it. It’s partly joie de vivre, partly not wanting to disappoint anyone, partly an insatiable curiosity about everything, and partly a fear of dying unsuccessful and unfulfilled. However, I am turning 36 (insert interrobang here) in 4 days and I have to be an adult about it sometime.

So, hear this, world and loved ones. I can juggle 4 balls well, 5 balls without dropping too often, 6 is pushing it. 3 is bliss while 7 is a dirty lie.

I now have all the balls I can handle (heh): writing, Brain Harvest, working on 4Emphasis (job), looking for a steadier job (me and everyone else), occasionally freelancing, and now the start of the EDGE program*. You’ll have to go sell crazy somewhere else. I’m all filled up for now. See me again in 6 months.

* which means other things have to fall (or be “flensed,” to semi-misquote Cory Doctorow) away. These apparently include a bunch of crits I’ve promised to do, anything vaguely resembling a social life, volunteering at 826 Seattle (which I do want to do sometime), learning German, keeping up with online people as much as I’d like, returning phone calls in a timely fashion (although I will try harder at that. Really.).

Ho ho holidays

December 20th, 2008

So. Here we are, December 20. In Seattle, at least, the roads are frosted with ice, and I know you haven’t finished your holiday shopping. Besides that, I’m positive there are folks on your list that you have absolutely no idea what they’d actually like–there always are. 

Allow me for a second to go all commercial on you and, again, pimp 4emphasis.

For easy holiday (or any day) shopping, we’ve put up an etsy shop with some of our services, all of which are hand crafted with pixels, love, and secret sauce. And we are offering gift certificates in various denominations (paper or email) good for ANY service we provide. We’ll even wait to send your gift (with a special message from you) to the recipient until any day you desire (even December 25!).

Everyone needs web. This season, give your mom a custom web page, your pops a custom logo, or your cat a custom blog. Gift certificates never expire, and they always fit.

Five things for a Tuesday

December 16th, 2008

1. We’ve had a hummingbird feeder up on our deck for months. Chris finally had me convinced that we’d never actually get any hummingbirds considering where we live, and so far, we hadn’t. I’ve been meaning to take it down for the past month or so, but am too lazy/busy/keep forgetting. Today, I was smoking a cigarette on the porch, freezing my ass off (it’s about 20 degrees out) and what comes buzzing over and sets itself down on the feeder? A hummingbird. Amazing! But it broke my heart because I’m pretty sure that the hummingbird nectar inside is frozen solid. It buzzed away pretty quickly. I yelled after it for it to come back, that’d I’m warm up the nectar for it, but I don’t think it heard me.*
2. Dear “Heroes,”
Now that the plot point about the formula is more or less done with as far as you are concerned, I have only one thing to say: really? No one ever thought to, you know, make a Xerox copy of the formula? Or memorize it? Yeah, it looked “complicated,” but aside from the fact that I’m sure someone could have a photographic memory superpower, there are regular folks who do. In fact, there are folks without photographic memories that memorize pi out to like a thousand decimal places just for the hell of it. So, really? Really?
And thanks to comments I’ve gotten on recent posts, I know I’m not alone. Shape up, plz.
Annoyingly yours,
Caren
3. My good pal Carlton Mellick III has one of his stories** in Vice magazine this issue. Vice has not only made the story available for preview, you can also hear it read by none other than Madelyn Burgess, who is apparently the nice lady whose voice you hear over the PA at Whole Foods. Freaking perfect.
4. My last post about why and how Angel gnaws at me (while I am simultaneously now addicted) had spurned a wide discussion among my friends, made me some new friends, and stirred up debate here at the homestead. The end result is interesting. One, I think I have finally figured out what my subgenre is within SFF. I’m not fantasy. I’m not soft SF. I’m not slipstream. I am science fantasy***, for which I swipe a quote from Rod Serling: “Science fiction makes the implausible possible, while science fantasy makes the impossible plausible.”  Sounds about accurate.
The other result is that I am apparently writing a vampire story myself, trying to use possible science to explain vampires and all those mythos (without resorting to the Erythropoietic porphyria hypothesis, which remains, still pretty interesting). But no, I’m going a different way–leaning heavily on the pivotal word possible in possible science—it’s going to be hella speculative. But there shall be rules and logic, one freaking way or another.
5. It’s very interesting, now having 2 days jobs in which I work for myself and do not seem to get paid (heh). I’m working harder than ever, 16, 18 hour days fueled only by faith and a sense of complete and utter desperation.
Status on job one: every finished story I have is out making the round somewhere or another and I have not heard news.
Status on job two: 4Emphasis has its first client, and we are 75% complete on her project (yay!). I have become some sort of half crazed marketing cougar, cruising the internet looking for places to advertise or trade links or find work. So far, that’s like 12 hours work for less than a 1% return. But I am learning a LOT about marketing and SEO and crosslinking and how much freaking noisy garbage there is all over the web. To change that, I’ve decided that our front page will always contain some useful content for folks, even if they don’t hire us. If they make the trip over to our site, I will at least offer us some value.

 

 

 
*UPDATE: OMG he came back! He drank the new nectar. WTF are hummingbirds doing, though, flying around Seattle in December?
**I am especially please to say that not only do I freaking love the story they chose, but that it was one of Carlton’s Clarion West stories that I’ve seen from draft to completeness. It created a cultural mini-revolution in the CW dorm—read it and see if you can stop saying “lay-daaaaays” now.
***What’s fallen arbitrarily, as all these subgenre genre categories are as arbitrary as things can get, into science fantasy includes some big old shoes to fill. We’ll see how that goes. If nothing else, at least I have some answer for when I am at a con or CW party and someone asks, “So, what kind of SFF do you write?”

Eating your words, or how to make a living (or not) as a writer (a far-from-exhaustive list*)

May 30th, 2008

I opened this blog at the end. And I promised I’d double-back in my next post to something earlier in the writing process…something nice about generating new work, or setting, or something.  But, I didn’t. I’m still stuck at the end.

Not too long after this first post, I received an alumni questionnaire from my graduate program. The space marked current employment was highlighted by the director—the second most common question among current students (second only to “How do I get published?”) is “How will I make a living?” Since my first blog post covered the publishing angle (insofar as I grok it), I figured I should cover what I know about how to pay rent and stay fed while calling yourself a writer.

I don’t live off my writing (yet). I’ve meet a few writers who are fortunate enough to do so. But most I know are like me. They don’t (yet). We usually cobble together something that resembles a living by hustling for different projects, little jobs. It’s exciting, in its way, and definitely liberating:  when I’m working like this, I can take holidays when I want (and call it work), go out to coffee during the day (and call it work), stay up late and sleep in a bit (and call it work). But it’s also month-to-month, with no guarantee and zero security: a rich project can dry up any second or I can wind up without any responses to any pitches and have nothing  I can call work in any context**.

What I know (and have done, in most of these cases), falls into one of three categories.

You write other stuff for money (for ease, I’m including “You edit other things for money” under this heading)

  • Freelance articles
    Most obviously, freelance work is number one here. I’m not going to say much here—there’s enough to fill entire books on this, and there are tons of new variations, including being a paid blogger (if only!). In short: get clips, if you don’t have any. Exploit any expertise you may have, particularly in less glamorous niches (like, everyone like to write for fashion magazines, but the trade journal for fertilizer executive (you get what I mean) needs articles as well. Be prepared to hustle constantly and think waaaaaaaaay ahead (most editorial calendars plan their Valentine’s Day issues at Halloween, Halloween at Memorial Day, and so forth).
  • Technical writing
    This could be something as exciting as writing a play manual for a video game, or as dreary as translating developer speak into a README file. When I started, it was the dot com boom, and all you needed was some writing experience in any area and the ability to run Microsoft Office. The industry has changed quite a bit since. There are now classes and certifications in technical writing, which I think you should probably at least Google before you apply for any technical writing jobs. I don’t think they are necessary, though. I’d try a project on spec (um, not get paid) to get a sample or two and to even see if this is the sort of thing you could do regularly without slitting your wrists. Either way, the pay is usually excellent and it can earn you some solid geek cred (the currency of the new millennium). Most jobs are handed out by an agency, who works like the typical temp agency. You become an employee of the agency, and they farm you out to different clients.
  • Writing “academic” papers (I wish I could make the quotes around academic flash wildly)
    The dirty little secret of professional writers…writing term papers for term paper farms for pay. These services claim that the term papers are “study aids” and “should never be turned in by the student buyers” (flash wildly), but come on.  You know what this is. Wealthy, desperate students pay for other people to write their papers. It’s totally unconscionable, but unfortunately, also one of the most fun jobs I’ve ever held (and I’m not alone).  I got to research topics that were mostly interesting to me; write a term paper, which came fairly easily; and get paid, by the page, a pretty decent rate. The problem, aside, of course, from the basic moral conundrum, is that many of these term paper farms are pretty fly-by-night and can disappear in a flash (often owing you some pay).

You teach writing
Welcome to the club. There’s lots of teaching gigs out there, but very few with tenure, security, or solid benefits. It’s one of the best jobs in the world, if you don’t burn out.

  • College/community college/university
    With a terminal MFA (and usually with a MA), you can usually find at least one class somewhere local.  Profs hate teaching freshman essay writing, so that is almost always given to grad students or hired adjuncts. I guarantee your first semester will be teaching the 8am class. Hang on and prove yourself, and you can usually find yourself with the afternoon and evening 101/102 instead. Hang on longer, and you may get a few actual writing classes here and there. You may have to teach one class at four different institutions to make rent, and you may have to reapply  each semester/quarter for your contract, but while you have the energy, teaching is really rewarding.
  • Writer-in-the-schools
    Seattle has a program, as do most major cities. You apply for a year-long appointment and drop in weekly to elementary/secondary public schools and do writing exercises with them. Poorly paid, highly competitive—it looks better on your CV than almost anything else (except volunteering***) when you apply for city or state arts grants.
  • SAT/GRE prep
    If you took these tests and did well, there are always services hungry for tutors to teach prep classes. They hire based on score and bubbly personality (fake it, if you must). These are usually middling-paid, but they do all your work for you, including giving you the syllabus to teach. This is a great place to get teaching chops, and the work is usually flexible/evenings, to fit with students’ schedules.

You find employment totally unassociated with writing
Many writers I know swear by this. I’ve met writers who, by day, were administrative assistants, bus drivers, paralegals, street magicians, massage therapists, dog walkers, accountants, retail managers, and cable installers. They claim that when they spend all day writing (or talking about writing), any type of writing, the last thing they want to do when they get home is deal with their own work. Their day jobs are more stable and often come with benefits. Some also say that being in the world actually gives them more to write about.

My husband is a perfect example of this. He’s not a writer—he’s an artist (same idea, though, you know?) and he works as an office manager. Although (sorry to admit this publicly, sweetheart) I technically have higher earning power (I have a graduate degree, that’s why…nothing else! My husband is a certifiable genius. That’s what I think, anyway), he is the stable income that allows us to make any plans…and that probably allows me to flit and flutter back and forth between projects while balancing some ungodly student loans****. 

Living as a writer isn’t always comfortable, no matter which course you choose. There’s no shame in finding fulltime employment outside writing, as long as you continue to make writing a priority. The danger, verses the dangers of trying live off writing, is that it’s really easy to feel disconnected with writing and to let your own work slide because you’re tired, stressed, or have to also get laundry done. Writing work, while desperately unstable, can make you feel like you are taking your work more seriously, but can also get in your own way. I find that the pressure of having to show results,  constantly make new work, and mine new outlets is colossal. It’s important that you do these things, really, to validate the erratic lifestyle and dry periods, both to yourself (don’t get discouraged) and to your loved ones (who support you thoroughly, although it’d be a relief if you took a nice office job).

And with that, I wish you chubby paychecks, a brimming CV, and some lovely acceptance letters…oh! And a promise (again) that next time, I’ll cover something about, you know, the actual writing process.

Yeah.

 
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* Of course, this list is far from exhaustive. I’m only including a few underneath each category, things I’ve done, or know people who have…and survived. There are so many more iterations…feel free always, to comment and tell me about what you’ve done.

**Right now, I also don’t have anything that resembles benefits. I’ll wind up buying some individual heath care plan if things keep up the way they have, but don’t even mention the word “retirement” to me. Lalala, I can’t heeeeear you.

***The nice thing about cobbling together a living is that you do have time to volunteer. I highly recommend it. You’ll be tired from hustling for work, but being in the community keeps you grounded (and to be selfish, pads your CV with goodies and can make you contacts). There are always children’s and senior services that would love to set you up with a writing class. Check libraries and museums, too.
There are even actual organizations that do writing in the community: if you live in SF, NYC, LA, Chicago, Seattle, Boston, or Ann Arbor, check out 826 National.

****I’d feel totally irresponsible if I didn’t do a full disclosure here. He’s been rock solid and always the responsible one. I did manage to always keep myself fed and sheltered before I met him, though (but I hadn’t taken a vacation in 3 years and shopped exclusively at thrift stores).