Earlier this week, before the launch of the new Website, I considered asking my pals on Twitter and Facebook if there was an editor among them who’d like to work with me on echristopherclark.com. Every writer needs an editor, and if I want this site to be taken seriously then I should have one on staff.
What stopped me from asking was this: I couldn’t pay.
Working for free sucks, even if it’s for a friend, and it shouldn’t happen. I’m OK with bartering in lieu of a monetary arrangement, but if you’re doing work for someone, you should be getting something other than a handshake or a hug in return.
This feeling solidified for me this summer when, at the conclusion of the run of Crossroads (or The Piano of Death), I was able to watch my performers get paid. It was only the second or third time that somebody involved in a creative project of mine had been compensated, and I felt great about it. I realized that was the way things should be done, and I’m going to do my best to live by that rule going forward.
So, for now, I don’t have an editor, and silly typos slip through despite my best efforts. Stories that could be tightened or clarified get published before they should be. But my conscience is clear, and I know that as soon as I do have some money to offer, or something to trade, I’ll be able to hire that editor the right way.
P.S. Last week I was looking for artists to contribute to the site, and I got several people interested. Several awesome people, I might add. Part of the reason I didn’t follow up on that was because of this realization I’m blogging about today.