The money speaks for itself
Woo woo--the Daily Texan is now officially paying me to write. Which is to say, the Daily Texan is paying me to scribble a lot in my spirals, tear pages out, spend hours staring at a blank computer screen, pull strenuously at my hair, cuss, spend countless hours at Spider House (which will probably, regrettably, hopefully lead to a minimum one statutory-rape scare), and lose sleep. YES! For all of that, though, the satisfaction of finishing a piece, even if it's not all that great, and at this early stage most aren't, always makes me feel sublime. My columns will appear every Wednesday. (In an odd twist, the other Wednesday columnist is Brian Bodine, the guy who irked me enough to inspire my last column.)
And how much will I bank? Let me tell you, they know the value of my work: 1.5 cents per word.
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Hmm . . . what photo do I have that just says, "Wednesday," "Humpday," "God, kill me quickly before this job slowly bludgeons my soul!"? Close enough:
Woo woo--the Daily Texan is now officially paying me to write. Which is to say, the Daily Texan is paying me to scribble a lot in my spirals, tear pages out, spend hours staring at a blank computer screen, pull strenuously at my hair, cuss, spend countless hours at Spider House (which will probably, regrettably, hopefully lead to a minimum one statutory-rape scare), and lose sleep. YES! For all of that, though, the satisfaction of finishing a piece, even if it's not all that great, and at this early stage most aren't, always makes me feel sublime. My columns will appear every Wednesday. (In an odd twist, the other Wednesday columnist is Brian Bodine, the guy who irked me enough to inspire my last column.)
And how much will I bank? Let me tell you, they know the value of my work: 1.5 cents per word.
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Hmm . . . what photo do I have that just says, "Wednesday," "Humpday," "God, kill me quickly before this job slowly bludgeons my soul!"? Close enough:
posted by Matt at 3:20 PM
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