“S”
I’ve put “S”. My name begins with that, but I really don’t care what you call me. Whatever it is – I’ve been called worse.
I want to be a writer, quite simple really. I don’t care what I write so long as I’m making money from it. I hate working for other people, so freelance suits me just fine. Only problem is, as many writers will tell you, free will be what you will be working for most of the time. It’s like acting, you can be the best in the field but if the work isn’t coming your way – you’re fucked. For cash that is at least. With me it’s more about the time. Slaving for 40 hours a week and having no time or energy to spend the money you make just doesn’t sound like a good deal to me. Neither does making more money for other people than you are making for yourself, but that is kind of an inevitability in this corporate world.
I have no financial ties as such, no children, no mortgage etc. Sure, I have bills – but so what if my phone gets disconnected for a few days? I have enough food and drink to survive and breathing in and out doesn’t cost me a thing. Life could be worse. I have no desire to tie my money to anything – ever. I’ll keep plodding along for now, just doing (or not doing) the things I enjoy.
