In a perÂfect world, I could write this post for free. Alas, the rigÂors of the modÂern econÂoÂmy demand that I pay regÂuÂlar and someÂtimes high prices for food, shelÂter, books, and the othÂer necesÂsiÂties of life. And so if I spend time workÂing on someÂthing — and in my case, that usuÂalÂly means writÂing someÂthing — I’d betÂter ask for monÂey in exchange, or I’ll find myself out on the street before long. Nobody underÂstands this betÂter than HarÂlan ElliÂson, the hugeÂly proÂlifÂic author of novÂels, stoÂries, essays screenÂplays, comÂic books, usuÂalÂly in, or dealÂing with, the genre of sciÂence ficÂtion.
ElliÂson also starred in Dreams with Sharp Teeth, a docÂuÂmenÂtary about his colÂorÂful life and all the work he’s writÂten durÂing it, a clip of which you can see at the top of the post. In it, he describes receivÂing a call just the day before from “a litÂtle film comÂpaÂny” seekÂing perÂmisÂsion to include an interÂview clip with him preÂviÂousÂly shot about the makÂing of BabyÂlon 5, a series on which he worked as creÂative conÂsulÂtant. “AbsoluteÂly,” ElliÂson said to the comÂpaÂny’s repÂreÂsenÂtaÂtive. “All you’ve got to do is pay me.”
This simÂple request seemed to take the representative—who went on to insist that “everyÂone else is just doing it for nothÂing” and that “it would be good publicity”—quite by surÂprise. “Do you get a payÂcheck?” ElliÂson then asked. “Does your boss get a payÂcheck? Do you pay the telecine guy? Do you pay the camÂeraÂman? Do you pay the cutÂters? Do you pay the TeamÂsters when they schlep your stuff on the trucks? Would you go to the gas staÂtion and ask them to give you free gas? Would you go to the docÂtor and have them take out our spleen for nothÂing?”
This line of quesÂtionÂing has come up again and again since ElliÂson told this stoÂry, as when the jourÂnalÂist Nate ThayÂer, or more recentÂly Wil Wheaton, spoke out against the expecÂtaÂtion that writÂers would hand out the rights to their work “for expoÂsure.” The pragÂmatÂic ElliÂson frames the matÂter as folÂlows: “Cross my palm with silÂver, and you can use my interÂview.” But do finanÂcialÂly-oriÂentÂed attiÂtudes such as his (“I don’t take a piss withÂout getÂting paid for it”) taint the art and craft of writÂing? He doesÂn’t think so: “I sell my soul,” he admits, “but at the highÂest rates.”
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
Stephen King’s Top 20 Rules for WritÂers
Ray BradÂbury on Zen and the Art of WritÂing (1973)
ColÂin MarÂshall writes elseÂwhere on cities, lanÂguage, Asia, and men’s style. He’s at work on a book about Los AngeÂles, A Los AngeÂles Primer, the video series The City in CinÂeÂma, and the crowdÂfundÂed jourÂnalÂism project Where Is the City of the Future? FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall or on FaceÂbook.
















