I hope everyone reading this enjoyed your Thanksgiving meal
yesterday, traditional or non-. I’m
still feeling a bit bloated. And if you didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving, well, I hope
it was still a great day for you. Maybe
you at least had a day off.
But now, as I have on past Black Fridays, I’d like to take a
moment or three to discuss some personal history and make an offer to a few of
you who might need it.
When I chose to become a full time writer almost a decade
ago, I knew it meant some changes for me.
I’d been working in the film industry for most of my adult life, and
even as a non-union worker I was getting solid, decent wages, which let me live
comfortably. Not fantastic, but I was on
the lower side of middle class. The
decision to write full time would mean a notable pay cut, and I accepted that I
would be living tight for a while.
It only took a year and a half for the usual unavoidable
expenses to pile up. Car repairs, a very
sick cat, prices went up on a lot of things, and on top of all that I got a 20%
pay cut at the magazine I was writing
for at the time. In the space of about a year I went from “living tight” to “way
under the poverty line.” And it doesn’t
take a lot of math to see the poverty line in this country is much, much lower
than it should be. My bank accounts were
constantly empty (sometimes overdrawn when things didn’t process in the right
order—which meant fees), my credit cards were maxed out (which was a trigger to
the credit card company to raise all my interest rates), and I spent too much
time figuring out how each 20%-lower freelancer check could be spread across
three or four bills.
My girlfriend and I went through three solid years like
that, always stressed, always sick with despair, always waiting for the
unavoidable, inevitable expense that’d mean the end. We just had nothing left. We didn’t even turn the heat on for the last
two winters. There are folks who like to
howl about “handouts,” “entitlements,” or “nanny states,” but at the end of the
day most poor people are in a very bad place, looking for help, and they’re just
trying desperately to survive with a small degree of dignity.
Big shock, the holiday season is miserable for poor people. It’s just more anxiety. I
hated the holidays. We could’t afford to
give out candy so no Halloween.
Thanksgiving was a few cans from the 99 Cent Store. And Christmas was just awful. We usually couldn’t even afford cards, let
alone presents. Nothing for my girlfriend
or my mom and dad, nothing for my brother, sister in law, niece or nephew. Nothing for my friends. Being poor at the holidays is like when you forget
to get anything for that one person at the office party and you kind of squirm
for an hour or so. Except you feel like
that for every hour of every day for the whole season.
Now, these days I’m in a better position, and I owe a huge
part of that to all of you. And if I can
help some of you avoid feeling that low and miserable this holiday season... well, I’d
like to do it.
If you’re in that same kind of bad financial place right now,
where you can’t afford to give gifts to your family or friends, shoot me a note at PeterClines101@yahoo.com. I’ve got a dozen or so random books saved
away that I’ll autograph to whoever you want and mail out to you. I’ll even throw in wrapping paper if you need
it. It’s not much, but it’ll be a present
you can give someone so you don’t need to feel low. You can request a specific book, but I can’t
promise anything. I’ll send
them out for as long as the books last.
Again, this is only for those of you who need some help and can’t afford to buy gifts for others. The people who are pulling unemployment, cutting back on everything, and feeling like crap because they can’t afford gifts for family or friends. It’s not so you can recommend someone who’d like a free book.
Again, this is only for those of you who need some help and can’t afford to buy gifts for others. The people who are pulling unemployment, cutting back on everything, and feeling like crap because they can’t afford gifts for family or friends. It’s not so you can recommend someone who’d like a free book.
I’m also doing this on the honor system, so if you’re only trying
to save yourself some shopping money or score an autographed book, I won’t be
able to stop you. Just know that you’re a
horrible person and you’re taking a potential bright moment away from someone
who could use a boost this holiday season. And you’ll probably burn in the pits of hell before
Krampus feeds you to a squale.
Happy Holidays.