For the last couple of years, I’ve been trying to break into freelance writing, in whatever pauses I can find between newborn wailing and toddler shenanigans.
Thing is, I’ve actually gotten some traction. Looking across the web, I can find many of my published articles. They cover everything from comedy to the Aurora Borealis and real estate.
And none of them have my name on them.
They’re all supposedly written by men like Tony or Alan. Despite being word-for-word culminations of my hours of research and painstaking creativity, I have no right to claim them as my own.
No way to use them on a resume.
Sure, I was paid, but I made no connections and received neither credit nor referrals, even when the same folks used me time and time again. These guys didn’t even have rough ideas for me to shape–they just handed me a topic and left me to cobble out something entertaining.
These articles were publishable, yet I can’t use them as examples of my skill or style. It’s like having a successful job that brings in income but can never be reported in your work history.
Ghostwriting is legal and common but somehow feels like it shouldn’t be. What other jobs can’t you report on your resume?
People claim creative skills they’ve never had. What if they get hired someday for work I actually did?
I knew these terms when I agreed to them, so I only have myself to blame. Yet I can’t help feeling somewhat robbed.
And I won’t be doing it ever again.