Writing Gigs, Angst

Hey there, friend. I hope all is well with you. I’m dealing with a little turmoil.

There’s this writing gig, you see – credited, unpaid – about all things ghastly, macabre, peculiar, &c. – things that I cherish. I wrote to inquire exactly what sort of gig it was, as the details were exceedingly sparse. Now I get to submit a writing sample.

Of prose.

That I’m proud of, and that is relatively fit to be seen by strangers*.

Poetry

I’ve got nothing. I’m torn between knocking something respectable together and submitting that, which is what, intellectually, I ought to do, if I want the job. I’m just nervous about it. I think that this sort of thing might be more what I enjoy reading than what I enjoy writing about. I’m not very confident in my prose, and I don’t know if I could generate entertaining, informative articles about enough spooky or bizarre sorts of things with any regularity.

I only stumble about the sort of oddities that give me delight, that are precisely the sort of oddities that this website writes about, via internet articles. I don’t know where I’d get the material from, without plagiarizing, or being derivative.

Bro6

Well, Pinterest, maybe

On the other hand, it’s right up my alley, and if I play my cards right, it could be a marvelous opportunity. Another step in the right direction, after that wonderful editing gig that I snagged from a fellow on Twitter. Something to stick on the old CV, you know?

And here I am, agonizing in consternation rather than generating something worth reading.

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* I don’t really consider this blog seen by strangers, because most of the traffic I get is from people that I know. I assume. Except for that odd hit that I got from Russia yesterday. Alors†.

†HAHAHAHAHA. Oh, lord, I was naive.

Update:

I went to do a sample article about the sworn virgins of Albania – women who, for centuries, have sworn off sex in order to take on male gender roles , acceptably, in their society- and it’s a perfect example of what I mean: nearly everything I can find on them has already been codified into neat little articles. There’s nothing for me to say about them that hasn’t been said by better-educated, more entertaining writers. Oi.

Albanian

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About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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4 Responses to Writing Gigs, Angst

  1. Bernie says:

    You have nothing to lose by turning something in, especially if it’s an unpaid gig. Go for the credential. What’s the worse that could happen? I’ve been trying to get another bud of mine to take a step in writing he’s been waiting to take for years. He’s 50 now and still waiting for the ‘right time.’

    Just because opportunity knocks doesn’t mean that once you open the door and step out on the porch you have to go all the way out to the street. There is no shame in backing out if you find it’s not for you. At least you would know for sure, and no one can take that from you. But you may also find that the more you get into it, the ideas might start snowballing.

    For the Albania thing, you can do a meta-analysis of all the articles put together and write about a common thread throughout them(just remember to cite the sources). You may also find questions the articles don’t answer which you could explore/posit.

    Anyways, I’m done rambling.

  2. Seconding Bernie all the way!

  3. ekgo says:

    I volunteer to be your proofreader!

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