I got an unsolicited e-mail offer the other day, as a chance to participate as a ghostwriter in an astrology text. One of the big birthday books type of project.
Pluses on the project? The amounts offered were good, acceptable contract terms. Minuses? No real byline, just my name as a long list of contributors, writing to fit their style, no wit or originality, and none of my own style. In other words, a ghostwriting job. Fact is, it would pay better than my part time job right now, probably more than the $5 an hour I get with my present situation. Problem being, it’s not going to be “my” stuff, and it’s not something I could sell later, either. Plus, it would interfere with what I do already.
Thursday morning, I had a reading in the morning, a reading in the evening, and my weekend will be in El Paso, then next week, I’m at a corporate party – doing readings as entertainment – for a couple of days. Then it’s back to renting apartments, and writing **my** horoscopes. Doing what I like to do.
What’s more important? Big money? Or just being true to myself? [Read that link through to the end – I cried, then I laughed – life is short, art is long.>