The sad truth of it all.
The hottest work on the internet today is freelance writing.
It brings in the money, but at a price. You have to wonder how much laziness
and desperation do two people have to contain to make this kind of transaction.
It’s like people never actually grow out of high school.
Those “too cool for school” pay the nerds to do their homework. But today there
is a fancy name for it. Freelance writing. People, especially companies, pay
poor writers to write their little hearts out on whatever that lazy-ass person
needs and then takes the writer’s rights to it. Their work gets stolen,
uprooted. All of a sudden their book is published, but they get no credit.
Instead, the employer slaps her name on it and people flock over to her to
admire her genius words, the words that were created and made beautiful by the
freelancer, not the credit stealing freeloader. What kind of sick transaction
And to think that I was trying to become a part of it.
Writing articles, stories, blogs, books, and signing away my right to my work
for $20. My hard work for $20.
How desperate can you be to let someone else take your
essence? Your thoughts? And write their name all over it with their grubby
hands, so filthy, dirtying up your words. How dare you let them. Never let
someone else take credit for what you have done. Never.