Six hours. That’s how long it took me to condense seven weeks (and four festivals) into five minutes. And one second. I’m actually rather pleased with it. See for yourself…
So. Now what? Well, for the moment, nothing. As ever, everything comes down to money and not only do I not have enough money to continue travelling around visiting festivals, but also, I don’t have enough money to do anything else. So I’m going to have to get a job. Probably doing something other than writing, which, as always, seems to me like a waste of my time. But for now I’m out of options.
I’ve written up the festivals here. I’ve pitched a number of magazines, trying to get jobs writing about what I’ve done and what I want to do. I’ve pitched companies in the hope of securing commercial sponsorship. I have an agent who has apparently tried and failed to find a publisher for a book of the project. And that’s it. I’m out of ideas. (If you have any, please leave a comment or email me here. Thanks.)
I’ll keep going of course. I’ll keep trying until… well, until I give up. But that won’t be for a while yet I don’t think. We’ll see.
For now, if I might quote a film that’s been much on my mind recently, I’m reduced to the status of a bum. I have an interview to claim Jobseeker’s Allowance on Tuesday. I’ve sworn in the past that I would never stoop so low again, but fuck it: this is no time for pride.
So that’s that for now. In half an hour or so, I’m off to London for the weekend to sponge off friends and drink rum from a bottle in my bag. But at least – and I don’t say this lightly – at least the sun is out.
Have a wonderful weekend, whatever you’re doing, and hey! …be nice to each other.