The freelance world is scary slow right now. Very few jobs to be had. Last week I wrote a short piece on Bedbugs ($5) and over the weekend I wrote a short bio on someone I can’t even remember ( $2). Monday I wrote a short story for a YA magazine about a “teen issue” ($25) . I have also submitted 8, count ’em 8, proposals on two different free lance sites for new jobs. (The two companies for whom I have been writing have both said that this is a normal slump for this time of year.)
I am trying to keep myself on a writing schedule, and I seem to be running out of relevancy. I have been working on the long anticipated (by me and The Kid) novel, but I have to take occasional breaks from the socio-path.
A former student once mentioned that I should organize my blog into a memoir and I didn’t actually take that very seriously.
Now that I am at loose ends and am running out of Law and Order episodes to watch, I have decided to look into the subject.
I have always been fascinated by memoirs, both of famous people and of the average schmoe. I browsed a little in the 92’s at the library (Biography) and noticed that there are quite a lot of average people bios that are entertaining and, even better, published.
So I am finally going through the Myspace archives of my blog and then my blogger archives and am putting them in some semblance of order.
I don’t mind being a schmoe
But I don’t want to be the shmoo. (I once made this remark after seeing a particularly unflattering photograph of myself.)
A few years ago, Doug Morris, then the head of Universal Music, gave a widely publicized interview with Wired magazine– where he bemoaned the effects of the digital revolution, and complained that everyone was treating the record industry like “The Shmoo”:
“There was a cartoon character years ago called the Shmoo. It was in Li’l Abner. The Shmoo was a nice animal, a nice fella, but if you were hungry, you cut off a piece of him and put onions on it, and if you wanted to play football you just made him like a football. You could do anything to him. That’s what was happening to the music business. Everyone was treating the music business like it was a Shmoo.” http://ericbeall.berkleemusicblogs.com/2011/03/23/if-the-shmoo-fits/