Crowdfunding The Book, Moving To London And Reflecting On A Crazy 2014.
The idea of crowd funding Angry Jogger was born from desperation. When I went into work on the 5th January 2014 and experienced that dreadful panic attack it seemed as if I’d exhausted all possible alternatives in my life.
I didn’t think in a 1,000 years that changing jobs the month before would be risky. But it was. The daily commute ground me down more than anything. No one should have to travel to Lisburn daily for punishment let alone as part of a career choice. I should have stayed in Belfast but I insisted that a change would do me good.
Crowd funding doubt
I didn’t make it into work on the first day back from Christmas. I stood for half an hour frozen on the passenger bridge at Lisburn station. I’d come to an impasse in my life. I finally saw sense and turned back into Belfast and spent 3 hours in Starbucks contemplating how I’d got myself into this bind.
That’s when the idea of the book came up.
At the time I wasn’t even sure anyone would want to hear about my story. It didn’t make any sense to be writing since I’d only completed one ultramarathon race and it was something of an abortion. I didn’t even like running that much either.
Anyway during January I was quite happy and spent those days trying to write the book but nothing was coming out. I wrote loads of blog posts during that time but I couldn’t fucking think of a way to start the book. It was driving me crazy.
Moving to London.
I’d been sitting indoors for the first week in February playing a game called Jackpot Slots on my Nexus tablet for 15 hours a day. I think this was my hangover from Vegas. It’s one of those games were you aren’t even gambling real money. I needed something to focus on as I was bored out of my mind. When I wasn’t playing games I was watching those English police documentaries on Pick TV and getting seriously fucking up on King Size Pot Noodles. Classy.
On the Thursday I’d signed on for Job Seeker’s Allowance and I didn’t really have much hope left. Ideally I wanted to make a living as a ‘fitness blogger’ but no-one really wanted to advertise on this site since I use the word ‘cunt’ about twice every paragraph. I tried toning down the language but it felt fucking dirty as hell.
I tried applying for a few positions in Northern Ireland but they were all located in the middle of nowhere. Places with names I couldn’t pronounce. I didn’t want to work in a small town, a village, or another city that isn’t really a city. I wanted to be part of something bigger.
So on the following Saturday I was sitting surfing the net as usual and I came across this article about an Italian girl who moved to London. She made relocating sound so easy. So without thinking, I booked a one way flight to London Gatwick for the next day and then spent £180 on 1 week of Airbnb accommodation in Wimbledon.
At the time it just seemed like another mental breakdown. I was close to calling the airline carrier to see if I could get a refund on my ticket, but I didn’t give up. I knew I had to try something different.
London and writing the book
In the first few months I didn’t write much of the book. I focused on settling down and trying to enjoy myself. Maybe I did a little too much of the latter, it was great having all of the attractions of London on my doorstep. And the transport system was fucking incredible.
The book didn’t begin until properly until about July when I managed to sort out a Chapter order in Evernote. From then onwards the book kinda wrote itself.
Now that it’s finished I can finally look back and say I’m proud that it happened.
It’s now sold over 300 copies in just over 3 weeks too thanks in part to the Belfast Telegraph coverage. None of this would have been possible without the help of the Indiegogo contributors to the project.
I can finally look back on it and think “shit that was worthwhile and it actually paid off!”. Am I ever gonna do it again? Am I fuck!