One of the problems with relying on Los Internets for your job is that things can disappear. Granted, stuff vanishes in tangible reality as well (just look at newspapers) but when your writing exists as coding in a series of tubes, it can evaporate before you even realize.
And so your work, which once existed, is now gone. Poof. No more. Sort of like all those lawyers who specialized in derivatives. Or everyone at Enron.
It happens a lot for writers — a friend of mine covered both the Democratic and Republican conventions last year for Playboy.com, only to find that all of her work had been exorcised from the site to make room for more nudie pics (since Lord knows there aren’t enough of those on the Web). And it happened with a series of movie reviews I wrote for Radar Magazine’s website. Alas, the mag went under, and the review were lost. Except in my hard copies (yah for Microsoft and zip drives), which I’ve been re-posting on this blog under their original dates.
So subscribers, that’s why you’re getting constant emails about new posts that don’t exist. If you have any desire to read these phantom reviews, click here. And if you’re pissed at all the annoying emails, click here.
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