With a simple enough premise: writers deserve to be paid. Writers of poetry and of narrative prose and of criticism. The work is driven by personal passion in a way that so much of what passes for “work” in our day and age is not — and yet those folks coasting along doing their empty little nothings receive salary plus a 401k?* We call bullshit!
And what else? Writers deserve for their work to be evaluated independently of any preexisting platform. Big Score wants to publish your work, not your social media numbers.
Meaning we read our submissions with the author’s identity hidden.
Finally? Lest we forget, narrative has the power to define not only our personal lives, but also, at the world scale, the age in which we live. Perhaps because the pursuit of meaningful work has blurred too much with a corporate-infused mentality—that snake devouring its own tail—we seem to have collectively forgotten somewhere along the way that there really can be no such thing as a great author without great criticism. That’s why Big Score pays for critical work at the same level as we do fiction and narrative prose. (And we’re not skimping for poetry either.)
Now: it’s late in the game, seemingly we’re 47 points down, and facing off against the opponent’s meathead constellation of pursuers… here we fall back, all by our lonesomes, deep in the pocket, just a few steps beyond their reach… Keep scrambling, good things happen when we scramble. We’re here to do what we’re here to do. Feeling like that ball might fly forever once it leaves our fingertips.
This is work that matters. Big Score is a machine for rewarding writers for their work.
* we regret that despite our best efforts, off and on the field, we are unable to provide our writers with 401ks—only $400 for narrative prose, $100 per poem, and a $400 base rate for criticism
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