Tuesday, October 25, 2022

NEW RELEASE: Field of Flowers by Patricia Moore

                   




Makeda, a young Ethiopian girl, longs to pick the maskal flowers that will be blooming in the fields shortly. She becomes ill with a fever and her dreams of gathering flowers will be ruined. Her mother makes a sacrifice of selling her bracelets to get the medicine Makeda needs. How will Makeda repay her mother for her loving sacrifice? Field Of Flowers is the story about a loving Ethiopian family.



               Meet Patricia Moore



"I have worked as a preschool teacher, which is where I fell in love with picture books. My favorite picture book is Tar Beach. I have also won the Writer's Digest Writing Competition three times for my picture book manuscripts. I have won 7 other writing contests. I also write for adults and my poetry has been published in Leaves Magazine and The Journal News. My stories and poems for children have been published in My Light Magazine. I am also the saint editor for My Light Magazine."

I have met several people in my journey as a writer. This author, Patricia Moore, stands out. She is the best! 

You can find some of her award winning books on Goodreads...

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Monday, October 24, 2022

Nigerian Editors and Writers as Free Community Laborers



By Farooq Kperogi

If I get a dollar for every time random Nigerians that I don’t know from a hole in the wall want me to edit stuff (entire book manuscripts, articles, proposals, etc.) for them for free, I’d be a multimillionaire! 

But seriously, what sustains the idea in Nigeria that writers and editors are complimentary communal intellectual wells from where everyone can drink?

You don’t ask a doctor to treat you for an illness for free. You don’t ask a lawyer to defend you in court for free. You don’t ask an accountant to do your taxes for free.

 In fact, you don’t ask a graphic designer to design logos for you for free. Only writers and editors are expected to offer free labor—as if they didn’t spend time and money to acquire their skill or don’t require effort and time to render their services.

We creative types are probably responsible for why we’re taken for granted. We're willing victims of what one scholar by the name of Andrew Ross calls "cultural discount" whereby "artists and other arts workers accept non-monetary rewards – the gratification of producing art – as a compensation for their work, thereby discounting the cash price of their labor." 

I used to edit for lots of Nigerians for free out of a sense of community service, but 8 out of 10 times I won’t even get a mere “thank you.” I answered people’s grammar questions by email, and 8 out of 10 times I never received an acknowledgement much less an expression of gratitude. That caused me to question what I was doing.

Contrast that to my experience in America. When even friends want me to help with editing their work, they unfailing ask how much I charge per word, and never fail to thank me afterward. 

I’ve earned enough money from editing and rewriting academic articles for American scholars in my spare time that my wife and I decided to set up a small business called FAMEK Global Consulting, LLC.

Now each time random Nigerians send me those casual emails asking me to edit stuff for them, I send them the link to my rates per word. They never come back. 🤣

A few months ago, someone wanted me to edit a book containing the speeches of a governor (yes, a serving governor!) for free. I sent him my rates and said it was up for negotiation. I never heard back from him.

I have a full-time job as a professor, researcher, and father. I also have a small business that I run. Where do I have the time to edit people’s articles, books, speeches, etc. for free?

I know I speak for many Nigerian editors and writers whose learning and skills are taken for granted by several people.




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