I just got paid. It’s very exciting. Money. For writing down all the crazy stuff that my imagination comes up with. How mental is that? Also I’m excited because today I appeared as a headline ABOVE Julian Assange.
Bet he’s gutted.
Anyway with the chaching still ringing in my ears I thought I’d be all adult and like, um, budget. Almost had to google the definition but then I remembered I used to write budgets all the time for big volunteering projects. But then I remembered my technique for that went something like ‘so 10K for um materials, and let’s say 15K for my management fee and um what about 20K for say volunteer expenses, no that’s not right I should get more than the volunteers…’ and then a vastly inflated budget would get approved. Just like that. And back then I hadn’t even appreciated the depths my imagination could plumb or considered how much further creative writing could take me.
Anyway as I’m the one approving this budget I figure I’d better be a bit more circumspect with my spending review.
Thus far my budget looks like this:
(I will figure it out next year by which time have sold my film rights and it will be fine…lalala head rebury in sand)
Topshop fund $500
(If I allocate now I will avoid that guilty feeling when I enter those hallowed Oxford Circus halls and hand over my credit card for clothing which I am NOT too old for).
Film trailer $ 1000
(True value? Priceless. I get to sit on the casting couch for Alex. You can’t put a price on getting to actually touch see my lead character in the flesh).
Rent $ 2000
(here’s hoping we manage to rent our house over the summer and I get to take this 2000 and add it to the Topshop fund instead).
(I’m going to die when I’m 62 so what’s the point of saving for tomorrow?)
Projector, ipad, surround sound system, washing machine (all of which I intend to use except the last one) um $1500?
(Really this item should come at the top of the list, before Topshp, before the casting couch, even before rent and school fees.)