If you want to make it in a creative industry, I am told, you have to network.
Gone are the days of the reclusive author who is read but not seen; your Salingers, Pynchons and Becketts. Writers must put themselves out there if they want support for their output, because contacts in the right places get you paid work. I’ve even read in several places that if you want to be a hack or write comedy, you should find out where your favourite journalists, editors or producers drink then hang around the same pub till you get chatting. Because that’s not creepy or weird, especially for those of us commuting from Edinburgh to London…
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