Over the past year, Sisters For Sale has been taking shape, and taking on a life of its own.
Giving birth would be the obvious analogy – but even from the womb this baby has begun dictating its needs and wants. Which shot is missing, and where. Where to add a piece of music, and what kind.
It’s looking good, and sounding good. It flows as it should. The most difficult part is, for the sake of brevity and clarity, leaving so much good material on the proverbial cutting-room floor.
The best aspects of my work – having no boss, and no deadlines – can also be the worst. I rely on my own self-discipline to get the work done, and have developed a system that works.
I keep track of my hours, and set monthly targets to make sure the work gets done. I keep separate accounts for the Project and for my personal life. If I don’t meet targets, I pay for it from my own pocket.
There are times when the work is going so well that I have to tear myself away from it at the end of the day, and come back excited to it the next morning. Other days are not so easy.
In other words, it’s a job like any other, with countless little dramas that aren’t worth detailing here – only I don’t get paid, and the only way I can continue this work is with your assistance.
Sisters For Sale is an incredibly powerful and very personal glimpse into the complex realities of human trafficking, and your support will make a real difference.
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