I have not had much luck in the past in my attempt to get a grant. I think that this time around I stand a chance of getting funding because my project has a socially motivated twist.
Whenever I think of the Rasmuson Foundation I picture a line of waifs, each holding a bowl, and before them, a big, fat smug cook standing before a pot of oatmeal. The analogy is this – each person applying for the grant is in essence saying “please sir, may I have some more?” Me included.
All artists and writers, at some point in their careers, most early on, tend to have to grovel. This is because we live in a society where their work is not valued. Their work is not valued because it is considered to be a self-indulgent activity.
You don’t see investment bankers, or corporate executives, or famous sports figures writing grants in hopes that someone, somewhere, will take note, and toss them a pittance. This is because what they do is valued by society; consequently, the majority have more money and power than they know what to do with.
In the past I’ve stood patiently in line, in hope that the so-called big, fat cook might dole me out my share. He has not, and I have gotten all bent out of shape about this. This time around, I feel a bit differently about the end result. If I don’t get what I want, I will simply move on. I guess now that I’m older, I’m more jaded than I used to be. Plus, I see that writing this grant has a twofold purpose. First of all, I will in having an audience of cooks, further promote the Bright Lights Book Project. And secondly, this document will serve as a template for what I want to do next, which is to self-publish this and perhaps other literacy-related volumes.
My eyes may be bigger than my stomach. I could be reaching for the stars but only capable of grabbing Orion’s pecker. There. I’m mixing my metaphors. At least I know what a metaphor is. This may be my only saving grace.
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