So, you know, you think you know everything because you've read an Idiot's Guide to a few things, and you've looked at some websites by writers and editors and agents. Seems like you've got all your ducks in a row and you start submitting your writing.
Then you get something accepted and suddenly you realize you weren't prepared for actually getting published.
Sounds crazy? I know. I was there. I have a short story being accepted by an ezine, and I was all a tizzy with joy and had already spent my gigantic twenty dollar pay out when I realized I had no idea how to handle getting published.
First, there's the anxioty of waiting for date of publication. (I'm a cynic, until I see the thing up, I'm going to assume the 'zine is going to close the day before I'm published, it's happened to me before.)
Then there's contracts. That turned out to be way more terrifying than it needed to be. Worst still, there was no need for it to be terrifying.
Basically, it went something like this. I got my contract in the mail and realized it didn't have a clause in it defining how much I was getting paid. I panicked. I thought it was the end of the world and I was going to lose my first good shot at getting a pub cred on my resume. Obviously that would result in me never getting away with one, my husband leaving me, and my daughter growing a tail and joining the cheer leading squad. (Yes, I overreacted.)
I called my parents in the music publishing world. I talked to friends, acquaintances, even friends siblings trying to determine if I was supposed to have that in the contract or not.
Finally, after a full day of flailing around like a chicken with her head cut off, I actually just, you know, wrote the editor and asked him about it.
He wrote back saying he thought that was standard.
I panicked again. I asked everyone I knew. Should I demand it in writing, or should I skip it and hope for the best? No matter what I did, I imagined my writing career going up in a cloud of smoke. Yep, I'm that naive.
After debating it with my husband for a while, I finally wrote the editor again. I firmly, but politely told him I needed the payment included in the contract.
I chewed my finger nails waiting for a response.
You know what? He said "sure, it's your writing, you get to be picky about the contract."
I about crapped my pants. He went on later to say: "I believe in Writer's Rights."
So what's the moral? Other than 'it's going to be scary, no matter how much you prepare?' Maybe. I also like 'ask for what you want. if you don't get it and can't live with that, take YOUR writing and go somewhere else. It is yours after all.'
Or something like that.
TTYL