I can’t even begin to convey how touched I am by the offers of financial help that came in through the comments and via email, but honestly, I’d feel really, really uncomfortable accepting donations.
I know, I know… all pride will get me is a bunk the poorhouse, but I just can’t.
Honestly? I’m not all that bad off. I’m having some cash flow problems right now, but I’m not in any danger of becoming homeless or starving to death.
I don’t have a mortgage or kids, my rent’s relatively low, cats are inexpensive to feed once they get used to the cheaper food (right now, I’m getting glared at a lot, but she’ll come around. Actually, I get glared at a lot normally so nothing much has changed now that I think about it), and the power company has granted me enough of an extension that I’ll be able to scrape up the money.
There are people who are a lot worse off than I am – and every cent I take is funds that they need far, far more than little old me so if you really find yourself in a charitable mood towards film industry workers, I’d suggest donating to the Motion Picture and Television Fund instead – you can earmark your money for emergency assistance to needy people. About this time last year, the Fund gave me rent and grocery money and asked nothing in return, for which I will be eternally grateful.
For now, I’ll be okay, but I promise that if things take a turn for the worse and I end up dancing on the street corner for spare change, I’ll post directions to the intersection.