Confession #2: I’m for sale. Not in a prostitution sort of way but in a “hey, I love how you write and think you’re amazingly creative and want to hire you to write articles and books, fiction or nonfiction. I’ll even pay you” sort of way. This leads me to confession #2 1/2: I’m jealous of people who get paid to write.
I know that jealousy is a wasted emotion and that anyone who gets paid to write is a) deserving of it; b) talented and creative; c) smart; d) hardworking and; e) ambitious. Since I one day hope to join those ranks (as it’s been my lifelong dream), I use those paid writers as motivation and inspiration to get to where I want to be which is a wage earning writer (my current #1 inspiration is Jen Lancaster. I. Love. Her.). I can’t even say that it would take a tremendous amount of money for me to sell myself totally but it would take enough. I’m for sale; I’m not completely free (though I would be willing to negotiate for a bargain price).
But when you put yourself up for sale you need to be careful of those who want to take advantage and exploit you. You need to be careful about who you sell yourself to. You need to be careful to protect yourself, your family and your finances. You need to be a little bit picky, no matter how anxious you are to get paid. And you have to be careful to not…Sell Out. Which is today’s money tune.
I heard this song (by Reel Big Fish) on the radio last week and remembered just how great it is. Check it out for yourself:
Would you ever sell out? What would it take?