So yesterday I was all set to surf the job boards, bid for some work, edit a book. But as usual, it didn’t get very far.
The book I couldn’t edit yet because I was awaiting a reply from an email sent last Friday. That email finally arrived overnight last night, but today is already full so I’ll have to reschedule that one for Monday.
I got as far as my record of jobs bid for and could hardly believe my eyes at one I’d lost. Not because I’d lost it – that’s their prerogative and their loss. No, I was astonished because this was a 9-week job, of solid editing work, and the person who’d won the job had bid just $153. That’s £91. For 9 weeks work. And the job site fee had to come out of that too. And exchange commission if the contractor wasn’t in America.
That is ridiculous, and I hope they both – the client and the contractor – are ashamed of themselves.
How can anyone expect a quality job for just 10 quid a week? (Minus fees and commission.)
So, moving swiftly on, and totally disgusted, I closed the site down, closed the internet down, closed the computer down, and went to the literary festival in Doncaster for solace.
The person I was specifically going to see was Michael Fowler, a Twitter buddy of mine who is also the father of the lovely young police officer who looked after me during my Pervy Nextdoor Man episodes. He also writes crime fiction and has done, successfully, since 2010. Co-presenting the event was Moth competition winner Rebecca Muddiman. The two of them read from their work and then led an informal chat. It was very interesting and I came away with a book each – Heart of the Demon and Stolen respectively.
So that’s 4 new books on the bookshelves when we haven’t really sorted out what’s in boxes in the garage. But hey, who cares? It’s what we do, right?
Today, then, I will be bidding for work again. I’d like to do some writing. I’ll be reading something or other. And then I’m going shopping. We have a gig this evening in Doncaster, I’m probably going to Leeds tomorrow for the write-in, we have a gig tomorrow night, and the poet’s off fishing (hopefully) on Sunday. So I may get chance to do some more of my own writing then too.
Over on Facebook I shared this picture:
And it’s started some discussion on how tidy the books are in the picture. I arrange my books (when they’re not in boxes in the garage) in alphabetical order by author and then chronological order by book. How do you arrange yours?
Have a great weekend.