Thursday, November 21, 2013

DO PUBLISHERS STEAL?

            Do publishers rip off writers? Sometimes. But fortunately, rarely.

            Okay, Steven King, John Grisham, etc. I’m not. But I have written four successful books (Two for young readers, three mainstream nonfiction-travel, nature, history). I have been a contributing writer on two encyclopedias and two travel guides. I have had 173 newspaper and 142 magazine articles appear in major publications. I have written for both radio and television, even got nominated for an EMMY as a writer.

            So yeah, I’ve been around the block a few times. And yeah, there are some publishers and editors who, having little imagination of their own, are not above cherry-picking yours. Usually it’s just petty larceny. Herewith a few war stories.

            Some years ago Wife and I moved to a mid-sized city where she worked as an economist…doing whatever it is economists do. Before moving I had been writing for a television magazine show on a Southern California station. Nothing glamorous, when my name rolled by on the credits the audience was already out of their easy chairs on the way to the bathroom.

But it was fun. So, soon after our arrival I made an appointment with the station manager at a local network affiliate. Showed him tapes, letters of recommendation, etc. “Hum,” he said, furrowing his brow. “What kind of stories would you do here?”

The city was in the middle of a rural area. Lots of old barns. You can find all kinds of neat things in old barns. Once I found an old-time car reborn as a chicken coop. “Well, for example,” I said, “who knows what forgotten treasures one might find in old barns?” The station manager nodded his head and promised to call me in a few days.

He didn’t of course. But a week later on the local news I saw a reporter standing in front of an old barn. “Who knows what forgotten treasures, etc.” he intoned, looking earnestly at the camera. Like I said, petty larceny.

Sometimes publishers are guiltier of sins of omission rather than commission. Like neglecting to mention that their publication is about to go belly up. One magazine sent me on assignment to the Caribbean to do a business piece on new hotels. While I was there the magazine went D.O.A. (Fortunately I already had my airline ticket home which is why I’m not writing this sitting on a beach chewing on sugar cane.)

Years later I was writing short fiction for a London magazine. Four hundred pounds pay per story. Not great but the stories were easy to write. One day I received an issue with the last story I’d done. But no pay. It was their last issue; the magazine had croaked. So I can officially say I have been stiffed on both sides of the Atlantic.

One last war story and pay attention, this one’s important. In publishing it can be  a short jump between petty larceny and grand theft auto. Case in point: some time ago I wrote a combination history/travel book for the California tourist market. It did very well. Reviewers liked it, readers liked it and it went through several printings. The publisher was helpful, patient and scrupulously honest. When he retired and sold his business his writers (including me) missed him.

Unfortunately for those same writers the aspiring publisher who bought the firm went bankrupt. But not immediately. For a while he continued printing and selling our books. But only by threatening legal action was I able to get even part of the royalties due me. Eventually he sort of disappeared and I have no idea how many royalties I lost. I probably could have put our daughter through college with them.

So have I scared any aspiring writers who read this off? Well, in a sense, if I did, good. There are already too many writers in a diminishing market and I don’t need any more competition. I can name four major magazines I wrote for that have gone to the Great Paper Shredder in the Sky.

On the other hand, I began this blog by noting that writers being ripped off is rare. It simply doesn’t pay for a publisher to be dishonest. To survive he needs content and a bad reputation will ultimately cost him that content. I have dealt with literally dozens of editors and publishers over the years and only in the cited examples did I have problems.

So go for it. Just be careful. And don’t be too good. Like I said, I don’t need the competition.

Dad out.              

  

       

                

                       


Thursday, November 7, 2013

MONEY FEARS and GET RICH QUICK SCHEMES

            Some months ago Wife retired. Her retirement did not last long. There are two disadvantages to retirement. One: unless you’re a corporate honcho you are not going to get rich on your pension. Two: being retired is boring. So she cast about for something to do.

            She began with a course on real estate at our local community college. It was intensive, demanding, dull. She loved it. Go figure. But then I wasn’t really surprised. Her university degree (with academic honors) is in economics. I have been married to the woman for forty plus years and I still have no idea what economists do.

            Nonetheless sometime in our marriage (ok, within the first week) she took over our family finances. Thank God! In my wallet I have five dollars for a hamburger and a credit card in case I need something. When I turn on a light I know she’s paid the electric bill which sums up my interest/knowledge of our finances. Whatever…it works.

            Meanwhile Wife was bored with retirement. She started to write a blog on real estate and her adventures in it.  I am a writer and writers have a circus going on in their heads which keeps us from being bored. Economists don’t. Wife’s idea of a rock star is Ben Bernanke.

            One day an invitation arrived to a conference introducing a real estate investment program. Wife was intrigued. I was not. Hours later she returned determined to go into the real estate investment business. But first she would have to learn more about it. And (Surprise!) the people putting on the conference just happened to offer a course on real estate investing. A very expensive course.       

            I have mixed feelings about this, including being somewhat fearful. Enough that Wife has asked me to blog about how I feel. She tells me other spouses share my concerns. Like most such pitches the programs are intended for potential investors. “Special people.” As special people our invitations arrived at both home and work.

            A day or so later I took some trash out to the bin we share with others in our condo complex. There, amidst the egg shells and coffee grounds, I noticed two or three other conference invitations. Apparently to be included among the elite the main requirement is to have the same zip code.

            On the other hand, if anyone can make a go of this, it’s Wife. She’s smart, well educated and hard-working. She spends more hours on the computer than she did in her previous profession. Researching property and the on-line training webinars seem endless.

            And maybe my fearful concerns are entirely misplaced. I admit I am not a trusting person. I always look for the spot under the couch.

Years ago we rented a small furnished apartment near the university we attended. Our neighbors were our landlords, an elderly couple. We weren’t there long, a semester or so. On our last day the landlords inspected the apartment, a requirement before our cleaning deposit could be returned.

They clucked approvingly at how spotless we left everything. But then the grandmotherly wife looked at the couch. “Uh oh,” she said sweetly, “I’m afraid this won’t do.”

On cue her husband pulled the couch away from the wall. There on the carpet was a spot. We didn't make it. We didn't even know it was there. You couldn’t even see it under the couch! But Grandma knew just where to look.

We forfeited the deposit, it wasn’t much. But such a shabby little hustle I suspect they played on every student couple who rented from them.

I still look for the “spot under the couch” though I’ve not found any with the program Wife has invested in. Yes, it is expensive. Very. But nothing misleading. Meanwhile Wife has made her first real estate investments. We now own property in two other states.

Yes I am still concerned. During the California Gold Rush fortunes were made. But not usually by prospectors. No, mainly by guys selling over-priced shovels.

But so far no spots on the carpet. Consequently I am hopeful, even…cautiously optimistic.    

Dad out.