A street portrait.
It took three attempts to write anything that I even marginally liked. Then, I realized I didn’t like the original crop of the picture.
I re-cropped the picture. And, this is my fourth attempt at writing anything meaningful. I like the crop much better. It was too wide and skinny the first time around. I’m mostly just babbling, which is no different from the rest of my writing. But, usually I have a point to make.
I suppose that I really do have something to say.
Use it or lose it.
Because. The mojo comes and goes. Because. If you mess around too much with the marketing of whatever it is that you do, the magic leaves your fingertips. Your brain. And, your soul.
I’ve seen it happen way too many times. The marketing becomes the work. Often, it becomes the sole work. Market AFTER you are…
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