Here's an example of my day-to-day schedule (and god knows I'm certainly not complaining about having enough work to keep me bu$y)...6 a.m. Rise & shine, shower and start guzzling coffee, check email, rummage around the webbie...
8 a.m. Report news until 1 p.m. for Radio-Info.com...
1 p.m. scattered throughout the day:
search for, report, photograph news for the Brooklyn Heights Blog.1 p.m. until 11 p.m. Work like a mad dog on my freelance assignment as editor of the 150-page Guidebook for the upcoming New Music Seminar in New York June 17-20.
For the latter, every time I think we've cleared a deadline, they somehow get extended, as we try to pack everything in before the final print deadline... which is Wednesday, as in tomorrow. Ah, but no rest for the weary. After that, proofs come back with further amendments and edits, followed by the Pocket Guide to be given out to attendees. In all, there are
some 160 speakers for the conference... I have edited each & every one, along with editing mammoth amounts of copy.And what's most surprising? The fact that record labels and artists working with music royalty fuck up the spelling of their meal tickets time after time.
Apparently, Nicki Minaj is as difficult for these folks to get right as was Alanis Morissette in the 1990s... I am sometimes stunned by just how daft corporations are providing their own biographical info. But, of course, it also reminds me that there are probably 22-year-old interns put in charge of most of these tasks. Imagine these kiddos trying to spell Led Zeppelin, much less knowing who they are... And so it goes.
There will come a time when I am able to return to my beloved Smoking Nun, but for the time being, paying the bills is a thrilling proposition, indeed. *
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