I have been struggling for a long time, and need something to break. I have spent a solid year now trying to “build my brand” and promote my books, as well as “Room to Grow”, the musical I wrote with Laura. I have worked harder than I have ever worked in my life and although there have certainly been moments of accomplishment, there has been little to no financial reward. I have bills to pay and I don’t mind telling you, I am freaking out! Have you any idea what braces cost? Not to mention rent, gas, and insurance. So what do I do? I create art and decide I’ll sell that. Yeah, that makes sense.
For about 24 hours I was all charged up about this. Art to inspire and bring joy to those who look at and (hopefully) buy it. Art that people could commission or could purchase from the vast library of work I’ll have available. You know me, I’m the girl who wrote four novels in a year, so I created four pieces on Saturday alone. I have since put together several more, and I like them. They range in size from 11×14 to 24×30 and are a mixture of watercolors, acrylics, photos and pen, among other things.
And then I crashed. I’ve spent all of this time trying to conquer this whole marketing thing with my writing, and now I’m going to do this? I want to market to interior designers. I have a couple of images that would be perfect in a nursery or playroom. How I would do that I haven’t a clue. Not surprisingly, I woke up this morning with a migraine and when I forced myself to get up and take a walk, I came across this:
What does that mean??? Is it a sign from the universe to move ahead full steam or is it just random graffiti? I really don’t know what I’m going to do, but if there is one thing I know, it’s that I have got to do something.