I may have mentioned to some of you that I thought I’d had a windfall: the Copyright Agency Limited had contacted me saying they were holding $3000 on my behalf as they’d found someone who’d breached the copyright act by copying an article of mine. Could I claim for it? Sure, I said.
But then my ex-boss, Phil Keir of Next, got in on the act, saying the copyright belonged to him. He produced a contract – that I thought applied to my work as an editor, not to my work as a writer – that is worded in such a way that I can’t legally fight it. I was a fool for signing the contract, but hell, I was 24 at the time. I am now older and wiser and a closer reader of copyright clauses. (Fairfax and News and most other major companies buy first rights and perpetual electronic storage rights, but you keep copyright). You current Next slaves may wish to check your contracts.
I have sent him a strongly worded letter conceding, but suggesting it would be appropriate for him to pay me a percentage of the amount and telling him the contract is disgraceful.
So much for applying for the editorship of Rolling Stone which is currently being advertised.
In other news, Lonely Planet wrote back to me yesterday saying they liked my book idea and could I send them a pitch document with chapter outlines.
Also, Good Weekend editor Fenella Souter is finally leaving after 7 years… my dream job, up for grabs… I will apply, but I think I probably need a few more years experience.
I have lots of other projects on the burner but none of them are giving me money right this second… offers of feeding gratefully accepted…