Whenever Newsletter 4-5

I added Snapshots to "Comics Sherpa," a showcase of cartoons that are exceptionally good ... in the eyes of their creators. I uploaded the work, blew a kiss, and went my merry way.

A week later, I was informed that Snapshots was being vilified by other cartoonists. I knew my ears were itching for a reason. Evidently, some humorists have a lot of time to hang out at Comics Sherpa saying non-humorous things about the competition.

It reminds me of open mike night when I performed standup for the worst audience ever -- other comedians. During open mike, you could always tell when a joke was good: The room got deathly quiet as everyone jotted it down.

The nice thing was that comedians didn't have an online forum where they could blast each using a hundred different pseudonyms. Maybe you can beat them up for me.

If that weren't enough, I submitted my "cool article" to the paper, only to have it come back with a big red F. The editor gave it two unenthusiastic thumbs down, citing the things he disliked the most (mainly the parts where I used words).

Whereas the editor was looking for something fresh and hip written in today's lingo, I gave him something generic, full of shtick ... something I might syndicate online afterward.

I posted the rewrite for those of you who have absolutely nothing to do.

Finally, I NEED HELP! I've got so many balls in the air that I have no time to market my stuff. I'm looking for someone to lure unsuspecting customers to jasonlove.com.

Here's the rub: I can only pay minimum wage till I figure out if it's worth the investment. I am willing to pay a commission, but I can't put it in writing (too many what-ifs). You'll have to trust that I take care of those who take care of me.

You. You have no problem contacting strangers who may or may not be happy about it. You are industrious and don't require a lot of supervision. You can spell. You are not, as my wife put it, trying to "scam on me." You are willing to work for slave wages until something lucrative happens.

Me. I'm just the overworked guy tending to his balls.