Real email conversation I just had:
Predatory website: Hi Bart!
I am contacting you on behalf of XXXXXX, a social blogging platform where users can create and share stories in the form of lists or listicles, as we like to call them.
At XXXXXXX, we have a new contributor program meant to expand the audience of talented bloggers and writers. We believe in giving new writers an open venue where their voices are heard and are not restricted by any editorial team or lengthy submission period. Being accepted to our program means that a writer’s content has the opportunity to reach over 500,000 visitors that we receive in a month. We understand how important it is for writers to expand their online presence by writing content for numerous outlets like Buzzfeed, Thought Catalog, etc. We hope that XXXXXX can become one of those outlets for you!
For more details about this unique opportunity, please check out the link on our website: XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to e-mail me at XXXXXXX
Are you paying contributors?
Predatory website: Hi Bart,
Thank you for the interest. At the moment we are not considering paying to our contributors.
Let me know if you are interested. You can use XXXXXXX to reach more people and gain more followers for your stories.
Me: Not interested. I don’t work for free.
"People think they know me because I grew up here. It’s a small town. You never really escape your past if you live in a place where people remember you. Where you encounter your former teachers on the street or faces you can’t put a name to. I see the family doctor who delivered me at the table next to me during dinner."
Read more from this essay of mine at Human Parts.