Maybe the only two things I have in common with Donald Trump — and I sure hope there aren't any more than these — is that we both have funny hair and we both are legally obligated to not talk or write about certain things. My Gag Order is more correctly described as an N.D.A., otherwise known as a Non-Disclosure Agreement. It covers something I wouldn't disclose even if I could. Not at this stage, at least.
Recently in a nook or cranny of The Internet I have never visited, a person I don't know "revealed" that I had a new job. I put "revealed" in "quotes" because the revelation is not true. It is possible that at some point, it might become true but it also might not. I am in discussions about something and we haven't even reached the stage of discussing exactly how much money I'd be paid if (a) I decide I want the job and (b) they decide I'm the right person for the job. And there might even be a (c), they decide they're going to hire anybody for the job.
I have been a professional writer for…well, this July will make 55 years. That's 55 years of occasional staff jobs and a lot of freelance jobs…and even the staff positions have been the kind where you're never sure how long they'll last. The comic book might not sell. The TV series might not get picked up for another season. The publisher or the network might decide the comic book or TV show might do better with someone who was not me.
This is not in any way a complaint. It's just the reality of the profession I chose of my own free will. Elsewhere on this blog, I think I've written about people who sound like a plumber bitching that he's expected to fix broken toilets. Or, in the immortal words of Superchicken…
When I entered into discussions about this maybe/maybe not job, the folks who'd approached me asked that I DocuSign® a Non-Disclosure Agreement and I did. Why they needed this, I dunno…but as I learned the hard way when I was but a baby writer, it's better not to tell the world you have a new gig until it's absolutely, positively certain. That may not even be when you sign a contract. It may not be until a check clears.
So we've been talking on and off…and not only are they not convinced I'm their guy but I'm not convinced I'm their guy…or that I'd want to be their guy. Someone — on their end, not my end — told someone who told someone who told someone…I have no idea how many someones might be involved here…
…but a someone put it on the 'net and in the last few days, I've received several phone calls (3) and e-mails (9) congratulating me and inquiring, sometimes not so subtly, as to possible opportunities for them in this deal. Then early this A.M., I got an e-mail from one of the folks with whom I'm in discussions asking if I leaked this news which isn't even news yet and may never be. I tracked down the "someone" who posted it and he said he'd take it down and that's where things stand.
If and when anything firm develops, I'll let you know…but these things have a way of never officially ending. The discussions just grow farther and farther apart and vaguer and one day, you realize you haven't had the latest discussion in months so you say, "Well, I guess they changed their mind." When I have some time, I'll tell you a couple of tales about how some offers of the past ended with no one saying no…just no one saying yes.
Hell, I've even had offers where everyone who had to say yes said yes and they still didn't happen.