Do we work top live, or do we live to work? For the majority of my life i have worked for minimum wage, stuck in a rut with walls far to deep to scale. I sometimes think i will never find an escape route, and this is it, all life has to offer.
At this moment in time i am suposed to be lacing and stretching a couple of football shirts for framing. I earn my keep, so to speak a a picture framer and for some reason the past few weeks has seen an amazing increase in the number of shirts being brought in to be framed. i've cut the mounts, but i need to cut the wood and the glass and assemble it. I'm just having a sneeky five minutes with a mug of coffee and a chocky bicky.
I realy should go and get some work done, but my mind is on other things. last week i submited my script to the BBC, a sit com piolet. i dont know how the ground stands for first time writers with the BBC, but what the Hell, i have nothing to loose in trying do i?
I have been writing for years, all i have managed to get into print as yet is several pieces of poetry, though for these i received no payment. My novel has been rejected three times, im tempted to feed it to the shredder, but so much work has gone into it i cant bring myself to do it, i may give it one last try.
