If I could tell you the stories of how I had to sell myself and my work, “Sally-Jane- What’s-Her-Name” would probably be waitressing today. If you don’t make it big and you are passionate about your work, it comes with the territory of getting it out there any which way you can.
I do not relish my bad reviews. Depending on who wrote them, after attempting to remove the salt from my wounds, I take them and look for any value they may offer. No one can be harder on ourselves than we are on ourselves and those whose words I can value are few and far between.
That said, in order to sell myself I have taken those bad reviews and by hook and crook pieced together a somewhat satisfying one, particularly if it is a paper or piece of media that has some clout. Then, I get on my sneakers (my heels are in my bag) and pound the pavements trying to get those mysterious people that can help move me from one level to the next and from one project to another. I have the dubious honor of being both writer, producer, director and actor – oi vey! – what was I thinking?
I find myself going up one mountain only to find another mountain and so on and so on and so on ad infinitum. This is what I have had to do because I love to write, to sing, to act. My former husband said to me once, “Aren’t you ever going to be satisfied .” I thought long and hard about that one and replied, “No!” And “No!” is a complete sentence. No explanations necessary if you know what the no means to you. I may moan and groan about the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, but I wouldn’t change the journey