Unfortunately for me…the Examiner is staffed by a bunch of sniveling cheats. And that being said, today is the day I found out that my monthly pay from the Examiner, cir. $35, is going to be cut by more than 50%. It all started with last week’s upgrades and changes to the site.
Retrospect: the Examiner not only has cheated on me by paying me (approximately) 65/100 of a cent per pageview, it has also paid me only $1 per “locally relevant” article. And since I focus on doing book and movie reviews, I usually would insert information about where to find the material I was reviewing on a local level. Somehow, they refuse to accept that anymore. They are taking away that “$1 per article” solidity from me. Instead, they want now to force me to write what THEY want me to write. And I cannot—will not—accept that.
So…in light of how I’ll be paid around $10 a month for pageviews alone, I’m thinking that…I should stop. 2 years and 3 months and 590 reviews (in total) later, I stand on the edge of the writing precipice. What should I do now? Of course, I’m devastated how the Examiner, the “lying cheating snake in the grass,” has turned on me like this out of the blue. I tortured out-of-city, out-of-state, and out-of-country readers enough with that final line at the end of all my reviews, book or movie. I alone found the courage to contact authors directly about my reviews of their novels and accept their feedback. I attracted the majority of publicity to my webpages. And I have slaved, virtually or not, for 2 years at this writing. This fruitless, dedicated, objective occupation that has caused me more pain than bliss. And now what?
I cry when I’m angry. Yes, just like Bella in the Twilight series. It took me a while to figure out, but it’s a fact now. I’m very angry about this conclusion. Every week for…years, I published 6 articles/reviews. For the first time, I have to come to terms with the fact that my main source of income is gone and I must decide if I want to keep writing for free. Because ten dollars is like beggars’ cash. Not worth spit. Not worth my hourly toil and my outside reading. And I don’t know what to do now that I’ve lost the discipline I gained in this weekly task and my determination to succeed. I won the battles over payment many times, but I’ve definitely lost the war now. And the worst part of losing is…I no longer feel like writing anymore… 😦