Strange dreams last night about looking for flats and trying to get my job back at LFS.
Went into town on Friday and spent the evening with Frederick and Jacob. They were nice and asked a lot about the project, but I somehow think that they just don’t get us. I think it’s the problem that most people have with what we do and was so succinctly expressed by my Mother’s husband: “why don’t you get a job?” By that, he meant a job that has a regular income where you pay into a social security scheme, etc. Yeah. A job. I’ve tried that a bazillion times. It’s just not for me. I’m too stubborn, and I don’t plan on changing.
Grocery shopping on Saturday, and Karin took us to the University so that I could use the broadband Internet connection to research grants and other ways to make money…namely publishing. When I was in Japan, I was publishing sometimes 5-6 times a month. I haven’t done anything since then, and I am itching to do it. Poetry seems to be big these days…some publications are ONLY accepting poetry. So, I dusted off the old poetry bone and popped out a few. It’s interesting how my poetry changes in tone as my life passes before my very eyes.
Get money to finish this f*cker. Where can I get money to finish Tokyo Cowboys? That’s the question…the one big question. I need a plan…need a plan.
