Blood Knot E-Zine Launches “Blogger Only” Issue

Today the Blood Knot ezine launched its latest issue, which – in a fit of good taste – is focused almost exclusively on fly fishing’s bloggers.

Frankly, it’s about time fly fishing’s bloggers – a wildly handsome group of uber-talented chick magnets writers and photographers – got a little e-love from ezines, which are always excited to see blog traffic, but don’t generally return a lot.

The blogger issue? Yep. (click to visit the Blood Knot ezine)

The good news? I’m now guaranteed the best table at restaurants, and my biggest problem is discretely disposing of the cash-stuffed envelopes forced on me by manufacturers desperate to see me in their gear.

The Reality

Matt of the Blood Knot contacted me and said they were creating a “bloggers only” issue, and asked If I would contribute an article.

Normally, I pass on opportunities like this – the ones which require a free essay that appears in a publication selling advertising.

That whole “you write for free and let us worry about making the money” thing is being done to death on the Internet, where there’s seemingly no shortage of victims.

Still, with the Blood Knot focusing an entire issue on bloggers, I made an exception.

And then I promptly forgot about the project (in my defense, my desktop PC was circling the bowl).

When reminded (after the deadline), I sat down and dashed something out, though in truth, I read it again today and didn’t recognize whole passages (I wrote that? Really?).

In my defense, pretty much the same thing happened to Singlebarbed (in his defense, he’s crazy).

It was nice writing for something other than the Trout Underground; my writing life has narrowed over the last couple years, and there’s a lot to be said for moving beyond the usual set of keystrokes.

Unfortunately, there’s little room for work that doesn’t pay its own freight, though now that Cormac McCarthy’s beat-up old typewriter sold for a cool quarter million dollars, I’m thinking I may pursue fame after all, reasoning I could probably get $10K for my office chair given its soon-to-be-famous butt imprint.

That kind of “big picture” thinking is how the Underground has achieved the pinnacle of writerhood; I’m writing free articles for ezines in the hopes of someday selling my used office furniture.

See you online, Tom Chandler.