I forgot to mention that I won't be writing for HARP anymore and neither will anyone else because the magazine has ceased to exist.
This came as a total surprise to everyone, including the editorial staff at HARP. The decision to kabosh the mag came from the parent company, Guthrie Inc., which, I gather, is unlikely to ever pay me the couple hundred bucks I'm owed (though I'm sure plenty of other people are owed a lot more).
It's a really sad event because HARP was one of the smarter rags out there. And they always welcomed my pitches ever since I started sending them after I got quoted in this blog post. I'm sure glad I got to do this Tabb story for them in the second to last issue.
But more than anything, this reaffirms that I AM IN THE WRONG BUSINESS. Language, and the power that comes from skillfully manipulating it in written form will never die, but these magazine thingies don't seem long for this world to me and most websites don't really seem interested in paying writers at all, let alone well. I'm glad I lucked out by finding one that is really concerned with the quality of its content.
But basically, we scribes gotta come up with something. Fast.