Wait, Who Am I Today?
One of the interesting things about doing a lot of commercial writing is that you can amass an enormous portfolio without ever getting a byline.
That’s not to say my name’s not on anything out there — if you Google around a bit, you’ll find plenty of “Geoffrey Cubbage” writings, all the way back a couple of articles I wrote for a roleplaying magazine in high school — but for the most part I am an anonymous contributor.
All well and good, so long as you don’t feel the need for artistic fulfillment. I would rather have my name on a paycheck than an article, generally speaking, so being the faceless voice behind websites suits me just fine as long as the money keeps rolling in.
But it does raise the interesting problem that somewhere, at some point along the line, you have to have a named account, just to get into the backstage of a website and muck around, and a lot of the time it has to be one based on your real name or e-mail address if you want to get paid.
I have lots of those now. I think my current count is up to eight, in fact, about half of which are some variation on my first and last name.
And yes, they all have different passwords.
It’s getting to the point where poor Google Chrome can’t even keep track of who I am on any given day. Big-G Geoffrey? Little-g geoffrey? Gcubbage, cubbageg; Geoffrey Cubbage? All different writers for different employers and websites.
The predictable result is mis-posting. I’ve mostly managed to avoid it, but I did briefly end up — on this account, the one that I use for MA101 — as an admin on a website selling erotic fantasy e-books. Whoops.
Not that there’s anything wrong with selling erotic fantasy e-books. I mean, there’s a reason I was getting an admin account there, folks. But I wear a different hat for that one, mostly because the payment route is slightly different and I gotta do what I can to keep this stuff straight. The IRS is already unhappy with me this year (the feeling is mutual).
So who am I, again, today? Whoever it is, don’t worry if you don’t like him. I can be someone else in a minute.











Remember the Lurkers
It doesn’t come through all that much on a blog, even a very wide-reaching one (which this isn’t). Your comment thread, if you’re fool enough to read it, is doing well if it represents even 1% of your readers.
Most people don’t let on they’re reading.
But every now and again you see odd little ripple effects. When I posted something about the Duolingo language learning app a couple weeks ago, three or four new friend requests appeared over the next couple days (I’m beating all of them). At the recent St. Patrick’s Day party, several people mentioned things I’d written about.
And yes, I still get jokes about my career as a sex toy tester.
All of which is very promising should I actually attempt to, you know, sell you guys a product or something. Which I haven’t done, because most of my writing is paid for up front by editors or publishers who have their own platforms, and therefore don’t need (or even want) me selling it under my own name.
But in theory y’all would buy my books or whatever…right?
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