In order to write, one has to live. However, this can be a problem for us unsupported writers. By unsupported, I mean, those without any funding or independent means who are single and have no one else to pay the bills, shop, cook, clean, organise life etc… and must work to ensure income, plus write to ensure one remains a writer. This equation of needs often result in lack of, or at least a picaresque dance of, time and money and bill-paying – and there’s often little or no time or funds remain to have a social life.
Recently, however, something odd has happened. I’ve hardly been in any evening this week and am being brought to the Theatre Royal this arvo to see ‘One Man, Two Governors’, yet another party invite this evening, and a lunch tomorrow. I’m beginning to understand why people are so keen on this social life thang they’re always wittering about. Do hope I get spoiled and invited more over this festive season!
This new found social life may result in some material for my writing. It’s all in the name of research…
PS: Just got news that one of my short stories has made the Greenacre shortlist. Humdinger of a weekend, eh?