I got a few emails recently from readers wondering when and what I'll post next. People looking for a new story.
I have a new policy. Previously, my longer stories were available on the layaway plan. Where I'd post a chapter and get paid in feedback and scores, write the next chapter and repeat. The pay as you go idea.
Shorter stories were always written and posted with payment due on delivery. Because stories are consumable, I couldn't really repossess them in the event of non or insufficient payment.
So now I'm going with a commission based business plan. I require feedback before I start writing the story. The story length, quality, and overall value will be determined by the feedback I receive for it. This way I'm not over-exerting myself for less than minimum wage. I'm not 15 anymore and I have a husband and my dogs and bills to pay, you know. So I require adequate compensation and by getting my fee upfront, I think we'll all be much happier.
Okay?
Thanks!
rache
About Tom Land, I just said I don't know him and I don't, but I did fix my GoP blog entry to say "...apparent obsession with Kate Winslet..." and I should have said it that way the first time around. That'll teach me to trust Bradley!! Never again!
PS - Tom, I'm only teasing you! :)) And thanks for clueing me about KW, I do know her!!
And I know JTG too and let me tell you a little something about him! Ummm...hold on, I'm thinking. Here's a story about the time he tried to get me into the porn business...
I was standing there in my heels, sinking into the soft ground. The wind had picked up and I brushed a strand of long dark hair from my eyes, looking at JTG with a frown. He shrugged and jammed his hands into his pockets, hunching his shoulders the way he does when he feels guilty about something. Feels unloved.
"It's a fucking donkey." I looked at the animal, munching happily away at a little pile of alfalfa or something. Spinach maybe, it looked green and it wasn’t hay, I knew that much.
"Yeah." JTG nodded and looked around the small farm. There were three guys sitting on a pickup truck, smoking and talking, but I couldn't hear what they said. They were the film crew.
Off to the left a little ways stood an older guy, heavyset and earthy in his coveralls. He'd been working on a tractor and I guessed it was his farm. I felt the chill wind blowing around my bare legs. I'd only worn a skirt, a short leather thing to go with my leather jacket. The jacket matched my purse; lots of flair, lots of silver zippers. Underneath that I only had a thin tee shirt, baby blue with Hello Kitty on it.
"It's a fucking donkey," I said again and I turned away, walking carefully towards the car. JTG followed me slowly, knowing he was going to hear about it once we were inside. But we never made it that far.
A champagne colored BMW pulled up with a dull purr, parking next to JTG's Ford. I stopped, ignoring the wind as it pushed my hair into my face. I waited until she got out and then I started walking again, moving towards a young woman as she lit a cigarette and watched me. She was half-sitting on the hood and smiling, as if appreciating her grand joke. Some guy joined her, tall and greasy and pretty beyond belief.
"It's a fucking donkey," I told her, standing about three feet away from the woman.
"So?" She shrugged. "If you don't wanna do a fucking donkey, then don't. I don't give a shit."
"You don't give a shit?" I stared at her in astonishment for a moment and then glanced over my shoulder. JTG had gone to his car and sat behind the wheel. The guys on the pickup truck were still there, but they were very still now.
"Let's go, Tommy." The woman flipped her cigarette into the breeze and pushed herself off the car.
"Kay boss." The greasy wop didn't look at me. He just moved away, opening the driver's door and ducking inside.
"Wait!" I snorted. "All these guys…" I jerked my thumb at them sitting on the truck, "…they shit their pants every time somebody mentions your name."
She looked bored.
"I said I wasn’t gonna do it and they act like I got cancer. I tell 'em go ahead, call the bitch up! And now you're here and…" I stared into her big brown eyes, "…you don’t give a shit?"
She shrugged, standing there in her brown hipsters and wearing her cashmere top like it was a California spring.
"It's just a fucking donkey," she said with a careless grin.
"But…" I blinked at her.
She shook her head and her boy Tommy leaned across the seat to push the passenger door open. The woman paused, her left hand on top of the car with her blood red nails tapping playfully.
"You thought I was gonna clip ya for that?" She teased me with a grin and Tommy laughed as she got in the car, leaving me standing there in my heels.
That's all I got to say about JTG
rache