A piece today on Barnes & Noble, satirizing the life of a humor writer.
I’m even starting to franchise. I’ve put together a packet with the information someone needs to be a humor writer — I outsourced the writing of it to some hack I found on the Internet — and for a small percentage of revenue, someone can use my name and the existing equity of my brand to shop their pieces, with exclusive rights to markets around the world.
It’s a bit of a strange one. The Writing Business.
And from Medium, a piece on the health hazards of underground supper clubs:
We use only fresh micro greens, discarded corn husks, and garbage. The salad was composed by Shelly, a good friend I met at the wound clinic at a local hospital. She only needs three more treatments until she’s better.
Plus, also on Medium, some new writing contests and submission opportunities you might be interested in:
— Desperate for entries to the Roger Jones Memorial Writing Contest. We give you information about Mr. Jones, and you write a memorial. Deadline is Friday at 7 p.m. Meet us at St. Matthew’s Cathedral with the text.