...the leading edge of a "fierce winter storm" to you?
No? I didn't think so....
Yet that's what the newspeople are yammering about: cold temps (they got that right, at least by local standards: it's 49 here right now) and maybe a half-inch of rain tonight, plus another inch possible tomorrow.
When it happens, I'll believe it.
It hasn't been a particularly swell day. I've been working on an article for a client I dislike. No, it's not that I have anything personally against the editor*. It's the small -- and very slow-to-arrive -- checks.
But I'm not turning any client down these days. My time of being pursued by quality publications, brief as it was, is now over, probably for good. I'm officially a hack-for-hire now....
If nothing else made me realize I'm in no position to say "no" to even the grungiest assignments -- and plenty of things do that I'm not talking about, believe me -- it was coming across my Christmas gift list today. Not that I was ever thinking in terms of high-end stuff for those I wanted to send a little tangible love and appreciation this season; now, I'm looking at a bad case of nothin'. For anyone.
That really hurts, Jim.
It's what I get for having called Santa a commie bastard, I guess.
* PARENTHETICAL FULL-DISCLOSURE FOOTNOTE: Okay, so that's a bit of a fib. He doesn't know damn-all about the subjects his magazine covers, and he can be an arrogant little so-and-so when questioned about some of his unsupportable statements. At least he is being nice now, when he apparently has a shortage of good copy coming in. Won't make his boss pay any more, or any quicker, though.
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