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Ain't gonna work on the content farm no more

                               

By Vol-E

About 5 years ago, I found what felt like a satisfactory, and mildly profitable, outlet for my creative writing urges. Some may call it a content farm, but they prefer to think of themselves as a "peer-reviewed citizen journalism website."

Sure. Whatever.

What caused me to take my toys and go home was the fact that, despite a good many of my articles having garnered good "ratings" for years, they were abruptly yanked by some anonymous, behind-the-scenes judge, who claimed to have discovered previously unnoticed flaws. There was no appeal process, and their one-line explanations for the deletions were condescending, to say the least. I'm still young enough, I suppose, for this to have hurt my feelings.

So, I managed not to let the door hit me on the way out. I didn't save every published article, but recently came across a pretty good stash of them -- enough for weekly postings to last into next January -- and decided to share them here.

Since this was a "public" site, with writing geared toward "educating the masses," or some such, I endeavored to maintain a level, neutral tone in whatever I published. I read those pieces now and think Who is this boring, sterile person? Me, of course...but not really. They were, you might say, colorless, odorless, tasteless, non-toxic and inert, like certain elements at the lowest end of the Periodic Table. So, before I put any of my old items up here, I'll try to re-inject my somewhat cynical, sarcastic style. Then they'll really be mine. See you next weekend.

/v

P.S. The content farm, er, peer-reviewed blah blah, is closing up shop at the end of the year. Couldn't happen to a nicer bunch of folks.





Comments

That will be sweet revenge, or at least setting the record straight, indeed. Looking forward to reading!

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