I currently have 5 jobs.
- I am assistant editor for a scholarly theatre journal. I spend 15 hours per week editing the articles of some of the smartest theatre scholars around the world, handling the permission and copyright issues in order to get things printed, and securing image files.
- I am contributing editor for a big-name theatre publication, where I review theater and manage the 4 print editions of the magazine every year.
- I am the sole editor of a new theater guide that is being built from the ground up. I’m writing every theater listing and article in the entire thing.
- I am assistant producing an Off-Broadway show that goes up in June.
- I am the production manager to a large-scale production that goes up in September.
But wait, I haven’t said that I’m a writer.
I am one of the lucky ones. I am busy working in the industry I love, using the skills I have worked so hard to train.
I did not make enough to cover my living expenses in Brooklyn this month. With five jobs, I can’t pay my rent, my insurance, my bills, and afford to pay back my student loans.
You say artists are lazy. I say we are the hardest working. You say we are selfish. I say we know how to make sacrifices.
After a 10-hour workday, I go home to finish off some production emails. At 2 am, I lay down in bed, as my lonely book project sits staring at me from across the room. I want to go to you. I want to get at least 5 hours of sleep. I close my eyes.
I am one of the lucky ones. What can I do?