So, I was up to no good last night … I had an interview at midnight. (What did you think I was doing? lol)
I have this cadre of freelance jobs and I like everyone I work with and everything I’m doing. But there’s this wicked witch type at one who has declared war by saying I’m an “un-creative writer” who “lacks original thought.”
There’s another writer on the project, and my stuff is so much more robust than his that I’ve felt bad for him, having to have his stuff compared to mine. Wicked witch-type loves his stuff. It’s fluffy and formulaic while I’m doing copious amounts of research and otherwise finding new approaches to get people to spend their money.
Mind you, there were no constructive suggestions or else I would have taken them. But it makes my to-do list scary if I’m going to invest a lot of time on stuff that she’s going to hate.
My contact says to keep working on my project list, but I stopped. I remember when they brought the witch onto the project, they asked if I would have a problem working with her. And I was all sweetness and light — hey, I look forward to it! I will bet we will create some awesome stuff together!
Yeah, Kyle’s mom is a bitch. She’s the biggest bitch in the whole wide world. She’s a stupid bitch, if there ever was a bitch. She’s a bitch to all the boys and girls!
*jiggety jig*
Anyway, the other gig pays 75% less to start, is probably going to be a lot more chaotic, and I may go crazy in the process. But the great thing about them is that they are idea people. I’m the writer. Go in your corner and write. Don’t come out till you’re done and we are sure it will be FABULOUS.
Which is how the other gig *was* till Kyle’s mom showed up. The assaults are downright personal. Funny for someone who doesn’t even know you.
After she bragged about how awesome the other writer is, she slammed a line I had written in one of my things. I told my contact, “Really? I got that line from the other writer, when I had to explain to him what the fuck we were promoting because I’m the only one who researched the project. He told me to use it.”
And you wonder whether the line would have gotten her so fired up if she knew it came from the other guy.
I figure, I have two choices here. Quit and go elsewhere, or take her to lunch and declare a truce in a war I’m not even fighting. I think we know what the right thing to do is … to work on another project and avoid the issue!