I have woken up this morning in a conundrum. I don’t know what to do. This is not a new feeling for me – but it is uncomfortable. There is much I COULD do, mainly of the domestic nature – that never goes away. There is some of what I MUST do – the arrangements for food, the dog walk, the reading of son’s draft for his dissertation ( though why he wants me to is questionable as I understand so little in it). At the end of all that remains the burning question what do I WANT to do.
I spend alot of my creative time playing at illustration, a little of my time actually making, and too much of my time trying to promote myself via the new technologies – and all without a great deal of success since my social media savvy is minute. I have decided to try and be brave and do what I want to do more – which is create, and less time at the techy end. That doesn’t sound that brave does it?
The more time is sucked up by t’Internet, the less time there is to do what nurtures me. I realise this is slightly paradoxical as I am here, typing my resolution to stop trying so hard.
This is the plan then,
Coffee, Muesli, planning strategy to limit time spent on promotion. This may involve some research , so that will demand more time. See what I mean? I need to reach a decision whether to commit to a new start with Folksy which is a U.K based online crafts seller. I have been there in the past without much successs, but I like the look of it much more now, and Etsy has changed considerably since it opened up to the stock market.
Already then my first plan is unravelling, as the decisions I need to make suck up the time I wanted to reinvest in making.
And I havn’t even touched on whether I should consider my own website. A step too far methinks.
I have to go now. I have to start something. Now.
Here’s something I made earlier. If you want to investigate more of what I am up to in the handmade arena of my little life, then leap over to my Etsy store here,www.etsy.com/uk/shop/modestly where I have some books and cards ready for your delictation. I generally make to order, so the ones displayed are examples of the finished article. The covers vary , as I like to make each order individual. If you go over to my facebook page, you can see photos there of completed books.
My illustration work is sold via a variety of sites, and is fairly eclectic in style. I tend not to box myself in. The downside of this approach is that I don’t fit anywhere. Sounds somewhat familiar, and it is this that I need to resolve. Does it matter that I don’t fit? What am I trying to achieve? I will never be ‘successful’ in any way that means anything to the outside world. I love the affirmation that selling something gives me – it is a reward that someone values something enough to pay for it. But it isn’t WHY I do what I do. I do it to stay sane in a mad, mad world.
moving in time 