“He took a cigarette from his platinum case and smiled grimly at his unwavering hands. They wouldn’t shake even in hell! But he was shaking inwardly, not in personal fear, but with dread of the horror that impended for the city’s millions.”
—THE CITY DESTROYER by Norvell W. Page
I want to take 2 seconds to rant here.
I did some work recently for an online publication. A once well known property beginning with a Q and ending with R, but their site looked, quite frankly, stagnant. But I was told by the editor that they were looking to revamp and relaunch. For whatever reason I had my doubts, but after a few email exchanges I allowed myself to be swayed that this was something professional. I did the work, he received and published the work, only compensation requested was comp copies. And needless to say after telling me I would be receiving them, they have never been received.
What bothers me so much, is not the comp copies, it’s the lying to me about the comp copies. It’s me investing my time to help your magazine, because I believe in the concept, and then being pretty much taken advantage of.
I should have followed my first instinct that just screamed at me there was something scammy and shady about the whole deal, and the guy who was presenting the deal.
Well now I know.
And I will not forget, what an Editor’s word is worth.