1st October, 2009
I had an entertaining experience last night interview a charming filmmaker and performer for my new book on creative freelancing. We started the interview with a glass of wine (as you do), and things became rapidly more hilarious from that point on. We discussed how we had both become freelance, how life had thrown unexpected hiccups our way and how freelancing and being creative for a living had bailed us out time and again. We talked about the maverick personality of the creative freelancer, the need to take risks even if we don’t really enjoy it and our extreme hatred of working for other people.
The particularly enjoyable part of this experience is that we were in Newcastle. No, not my home town in Australia (the very north shore of Sydney), but Newcastle Upon Tyne, home of the Magpies soccer team and many, many Geordies. I was halfway around the world, chatting to a women I had so much in common with it was spooky.
Since arriving in sunny England (heh heh) last week I have interviewed writers, photographers, performers, puppeteers, musicians, composers and more. I have traveled to Yorkshire, Scotland, and Newcastle, and next week am continuing my journey to encompass Nottingham and, of course, London. At every step of the way, and no matter how financially secure or well known or established each person has been, we have all been incredibly the same. And of course, having interviewed a similar number of creative freelancers in Australia for my Aussie book, I have come to understand that we are alike, everywhere. I am so heartened by this.
Next time I enter the long dark tea-time of the soul I will remember that thousands of miles away, in a dingy café down a little sidestreet, another creative freelancer is supping on cheap wine and a tasty Italian feed and contemplating the future, just as we were last night.