A fair question to ask when it comes to your vocation, especially an artistic one, is: What would this look like if this was fun?
It’s so easy to get bogged down in the mire of the work. I hear constantly how one writer complains about their agent and that this and that and the other can’t seem to get their work published.
I mean, whatever happened to doing it just because it’s fun? When you were a kid drawing who knows what, did you run and start an Etsy shop? When you wrote a poem in high school, were considering what market to sell it to?
Our egos are tied to these prestige outlets and prestige outcomes. We want to say were published in fill in the blank, but it doesn’t matter. If you land that piece in fill in the blank, you’re gonna still wake up and feel the exact same, so why not have fun with it?
Turn it loose. Enjoy yourself like you did when you were a kid.
