i don’t care how other freelancers or writers try to palm off their lifestyles to you, but all being freelance really means is never having to get up off your chair.
given enough chance, entire days can fly by without every having to move more than a stretch to get the water bottle you stupidly left on the far side of the desk three hours ago.
I went for a walk to do grocery shopping this evening and i swear it might be the most exercise i’ve done in a week.
this is not great. i don’t consider this a fabulous life plus. there is no gwyneth-inspired ‘life-work’ balance here. what there is, though, is a lot of teetering towards hope. hope and hay money.
if you’re self-employed you’ll know about hay money: bust your balls while the sun shines etc.
so that’s actually all cool. i’m happy to endure a little life imbalance for balanced budgets.
as for the ‘hope’ part…
i’ve had a bit of a trying week with my confidence around writing this little paper-based ditty. i’m suddenly very aware of how out of the bookie world i am. i don’t ‘go’ in the right circles, i don’t call the right connections my friends, and i’m not likely to brown-nose my way to being besties with people simply for networking bumps. i’m not really part of any literary collective.
i write in speaking english.
and what i keep getting told is how much of a hard-sell my book is going to be in south africa. it’s not romantic chick-lit posing as sex; it’s not sexy little somethings sponsored by cosmo; it’s not soft-porn with 50 shades of dull characters…
it’s really just sex. non-fiction that’s not wearing panties to the smartypants book launch, if you know what i mean.
and, i’m told by some, that saffars will veer right the fuck away from anything that deals too frankly with sex and therefore the book.
in a way it confirms my personal experience to some degree. corporate SA wants sexy, not sex. NGO SA wants sexual and reproductive health and education, not sexy sex, sex or pleasure.
but with people people? is this is really the case?
all my experience has told me this isn’t true. that women, especially, are ready for these conversations, that they’re having them already – just in small or unkind circles.
maybe i’m wrong about that. i sure hope not.
it’s difficult remaining detached from a subject when its importance is so personal
you know, my aim was to be a fiction writer (it still is, but don’t tell anyone). when i started blogging about sex and relationships, i was taking the piss to pass the time. when the column started it was all still fun and games.
but then people started asking very personal questions and sharing parts of their life with me. it suddenly it stopped being (just) for shits and giggles. these were real people, not just me and my issues.
it’s difficult to remain detached from a subject when its importance is so personal to the people engaging in the conversation. a subject that’s become so personal and interesting to me…
so now i’m writing each day on this book that maybe five of you will read.
i guess that’s why the first question the eye, my publisher and my editor each asked separately was: ‘Why are you writing this book? (Because we hope it’s not for any possible fortunes)…’
luckily my reason is a simple one: there’s no other choice really. this book must out.
at least one can still make hay money from other words
right after i get some sleep…