Power. It's nothing, but it's everything.
You're a writer. You don't have a publisher/producer. You petition everybody. Everybody turns you down. You feel like the lowest of the low.
You go to a 24:7 Theatre Festival meeting (as I did tonight) . People come up to you. You say you're an actor (as I did half the time). They look at you with matey commiseration. You say you're a writer (as I did the rest of the time). They hand you their CV, they tell you (with a wild , longing look in their eyes) that they'd love you to get in touch if you ever have a play produced. You feel like Herod or something.
Sometimes I think it's hell being a writer, but, honestly, there are worse things to be...
But I'm off out of it, from tomorrow I'm neither, I'm just a holidaymaker...
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