I languished for years under the misleading appellation of "visual artist." I would say I half-assed my art career but that is an insult to those who have been victimized by the bootleg BBL industry. Half an ass is still something and being half-assed still requires effort. I put forth none. I no-assed it.
One thing I was particularly bad at, other than making art, was promoting myself. So when I went back to school I said to myself, "There's no way in HELL I'm going back for art. I'm going to do something completely different, something that will finally play to my strengths!" So I chose creative writing instead.
The hindsight is startling in its cruelty.
Because of course, even more so than with the visuality of arts and crafts, fostering a writing career absolutely depends on self-promotion. Ew! Turns out, I have made a completely lateral move and, unsurprisingly, one that did not include any magic fixing of the problems I already had. How to self employ? Self motivate? Self schedule? Fuck if I know still! But, unfortunately, I am finding myself out of further excuses to avoid trying. This is it!
So prepare for the future of self promo on a quasi-regular basis starting, I don't know, July? August? 2028? Never?
Oh god, what have I done.
-Haley
-Haley