editors pitched :: 0
replies from last week’s pitches :: 2
commissions :: 2
paid commissions :: 1
interviews arranged :: 1
interviews conducted :: 1
money made :: I’m not disclosing this anymore. Maybe I’ll do a monthly total. OK, it was zero. I made no money. Happy now?
alcohol consumed :: again, I don’t really see that this is any of your concern. Very little. One heavy night. Quite a lot on that night but otherwise nothing. Next to nothing. Move along.
films watched :: 8
weight to shed :: 14 pounds
physical exercise :: two tennis sessions and some cycling
metaphysical exercise :: none
major distractions :: 1
week 5/52 overall rating :: 7/10
So my dedication to the pitch-a-day thing wavered this week but that doesn’t mean I’m done with it. It just means I’m one of those people who wavers. I’m free, man. Don’t fence me in.
I did a lot of work on the upcoming film project I’m working on. This included me once again being blown away by Oldboy, which if you haven’t seen, you should seek out and watch. Not the Spike Lee version, of course, which I am assured is a turd, but the South Korean original, which is spellbinding and horrific and, importantly, spellbindingly horrific.
The two commissions I secured are both kind of travel things, one about Las Fallas, one about Peckham, equally exotic in its own way. The Peckham one is unpaid but may very well result in other things. It also gives me an excuse to go and meet some people, which is always nice. I’m also hoping to get at least one free meal out of it. I know that as writing freebies goes, this is nothing to shout about, but fuck me, it’ll taste nice.
I remember years ago I was interviewed by the Metro freesheet in London on the back of the publication of one of the London by London books. The interview was about the things I liked best about London. I mentioned a local restaurant in East Dulwich that had the best Sunday lunch in the city. The next time I went in, the following Sunday, they gave me a free lunch. I still remember the joy I felt. I remember saying to anyone who’d listen, ‘They say there’s no such thing as a free lunch. But they’re wrong! Do you hear me, they’re wrong!’
I’m easily pleased, I know. I love free stuff.
Writing things and not getting paid for them is a tricky thing though. It’s a problem. No one wants to do it obviously, and there is an argument that says every time you accept an unpaid writing gig, you are basically propping up an exploitative system and kind of making it worse for everybody else. But I guess with every job, you weigh up the pros and cons, and if you do decide to do it, you hope that it’ll lead somewhere. And of course you always hope that you’re doing the right thing.
Life is tough. Money is elusive. Free food is delicious. It’s all a game.
Have a great weekend, you hear?