I wanted to say I'm sorry to anyone, that may have checked for new posts, periodically, only to find none. It's been a rough few months, with the death of several loved ones. Two of my uncles passed away, in close succession, then my beloved father passed away on the 2nd of February 2013.
Life can be hard, without experiencing the death of a loved one--but particularly when both your parents are gone-- as mine are-- making one feel adrift and alone. So it's been difficult, not only dealing with my dad's death, but with the total indifference-- I've encountered-- as I've gone through the painful process of taking care of things daddy was not able to do.
So I've decided to make my regular posts, in the weeks to come, but also DIFFERENT posts (from my norm) where I find sites with people that have overcome terrible loss--of any kind--and still they persevered. This will not only help me with my own loss, as time goes by, but hopefully it will show how we, THE PEOPLE, are strong. How we FIGHT to go on, do what we need to do, even when life is the HARDEST.
Look for the next post, though to be a promo for a friend of mine and his movie that I KNOW will one day see the big screen. And as a HUGE movie fan, I look forward to that. :-)
About Me
- Rogue
- I'm a SAHM who began writing, and not just thinking about it, in 2010. I thought graphic design was my future, but was surprised to learn that screenwriting was in my blood. I'm excited to say my first feature length is now being considered for optioning. Life's crazy sometimes, huh? :-)
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Monday, March 25, 2013
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
The Art Of Shameless Self-Promotion
I used to roll my eyes at the art of shameless self-promotion and the things people would say or do to self-promote themselves, a product or service. http://bethfinke.wordpress.com/2008/11/22/the-shameless-art-of-self-promotion/ I'd think, I'd never do something like that. But, I'll now be honest with myself, I would have self-promoted, given the right circumstances. I just didn't have a strong enough reason yet.
My different outlook on things started with the death of a loved one- last year. I suffered the terrible loss of a wonderful/beautiful person to me-my mom. I started writing and the need to express myself about the very important things that touched my life-was born. So the recent article that I wrote, at the following link:
http://www.inthepowderroom.com/read/shit-happens/the-healthcare-dilemma.html really touched my heart, as it was similar to some of the things my mom went through- without insurance, several months before her death- as well as the things I face now, having no insurance, as well.
But self-promotion, though it may seem distasteful to some- is now a very necessary part of our lives. The competition is fierce -for all areas of work- with a recession, and the incredible amount of people without work and still needing jobs. Self-promotion, of course, is probably not necessary when the jobs are as thick as the leaves on trees, but in lean times, when the leaves are yellow and falling from the trees, people feel the pressure, and do all they can to insure they continue to get a steady flow of work.
This is never more prevalent -to me- than when I go to small retail stores and the smiles are hopeful and bright. Hopeful that you will buy something, bright because that smile might draw you closer, close enough to talk into buying something. This used to make me feel uncomfortable, and I'd guiltily turn away, no eye contact, meant I did not see just how badly they needed the business. And sometimes, when your doing bad, money wise too, it's you that survives, or them.
So in a way, as a writer, in a world of fierce competition for every writing gig, I am that hopeful retail salesperson too. I am, now too, that self-promoter. I am looking towards the writing world, and my eyes are bright as a birds, before it grabs up that worm and flies off into the bright blue,cloudless skies of summer, and hopefully that worm has a fistful of money in it's little worm hands.
My different outlook on things started with the death of a loved one- last year. I suffered the terrible loss of a wonderful/beautiful person to me-my mom. I started writing and the need to express myself about the very important things that touched my life-was born. So the recent article that I wrote, at the following link:
http://www.inthepowderroom.com/read/shit-happens/the-healthcare-dilemma.html really touched my heart, as it was similar to some of the things my mom went through- without insurance, several months before her death- as well as the things I face now, having no insurance, as well.
But self-promotion, though it may seem distasteful to some- is now a very necessary part of our lives. The competition is fierce -for all areas of work- with a recession, and the incredible amount of people without work and still needing jobs. Self-promotion, of course, is probably not necessary when the jobs are as thick as the leaves on trees, but in lean times, when the leaves are yellow and falling from the trees, people feel the pressure, and do all they can to insure they continue to get a steady flow of work.
This is never more prevalent -to me- than when I go to small retail stores and the smiles are hopeful and bright. Hopeful that you will buy something, bright because that smile might draw you closer, close enough to talk into buying something. This used to make me feel uncomfortable, and I'd guiltily turn away, no eye contact, meant I did not see just how badly they needed the business. And sometimes, when your doing bad, money wise too, it's you that survives, or them.
So in a way, as a writer, in a world of fierce competition for every writing gig, I am that hopeful retail salesperson too. I am, now too, that self-promoter. I am looking towards the writing world, and my eyes are bright as a birds, before it grabs up that worm and flies off into the bright blue,cloudless skies of summer, and hopefully that worm has a fistful of money in it's little worm hands.
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