The paradox of self-promotion has lassoed my common sense. I've written much about the works I have done, in the past. I've even posted pictures, far too many to count, of all of my archived work. I'm receiving feedback, praise, and broadening my network by an infinitesimally minute amount. But something is missing...
Exactly.
Exactly how many hours of studio-time is accounted for in that?
This is just embarrassing.
Now, my brain, in it's sluggish and simple state, told me to write "networking is easy; production is the hard part." But that's untrue. There is no hard nor easy part. There is simply the work that you're avoiding, and the work that you're doing. Nothing in that mix is a perfect choice, and yet, can you feel the Resistance clinging to the blank pages in your brain? You can't avoid the call forever. Unless you put it off day by day.
Eventually, however, if everything remains so off-kilter, I'll have nothing left to promote. I don't want to wait until that moment. I have to go. Now.
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