I worry about late payment and non-payment.
I worry about industry friends who aren’t valued enough, about the talent that’s lost when headcounts are cut.
I worry about thinning walls between advertising and editorial, about writers who don’t need paid because someone else is picking up their tab, about slideshows and pop-ups and weird tricks for flat bellies.
But I still feel lucky.
Lucky to be a freelancer, the perfect role for the imperfect; lucky to have been mentored by passionate, talented people; lucky to love my job as much today as when I started, sixteen years ago.
Gary Marshall | Freelance writer
I have a PhD in magazines. Literally.
I’m interested in how they construct an identity for themselves and for their readers and how much that matters on both sides; I remember walking around at college with my copy of sfx artfully arranged so as to poke out of my tote bag, title outwards.
Now I write for magazines when I want to speak to people who care about something as passionately as I do, even if they disagree with me.
Digital is fine, but now that we know each other a little better… do you want to talk paper density?
Georgina Turner | Lecturer, University of Liverpool; Freelance writer
The joy. Commissioned. Relief. Still a writer.
Prevarication. Official deadline… passes. Real deadline? Aaargh. Words wrenched from reluctant brain. Anguish: is it any good? Too many words? Again.
Click. Save. Send. Forget.
A magazine. On a shelf. I’m in it! Forgot it existed. In real life. Quick scan; no glaring blunder? Nice headline; I’ll claim it.
Intro changed. My fault. Too many words. Again.
But doesn’t it look lovely? The nice pictures. Shiny paper. Third read; relaxed in its company. Like real writing. By real journalists.
Maybe I’m OK. Onto the next. Then I’ll probably never work again…
Adrian Lobb | Freelance Writer (TV, music, arts)