Creativity produces both pain and promise. From the paradise of words to the elite sketch of an artistes pen, we escape beyond distraction. Beyond the boughs of our blessed reality, to a kingdom where giants sleep, and castles refuse to be concocted in air How many of us spend year in and year out, terrified of rejection, that stamp of disapproval. Yes you are, yet no your not who you profess to be. Therefore we procrastinate, tip toeing towards our greatness, eager to explore our hungry selves. As a creative remember there are always three perspectives, you, the publisher, and the audience. If it’s a product, well, whatever you produce becomes product. The internet is your marketplace, it is your playground, to pitch, market and make a profit. Every creative needs a handbook, a marketing guide that assists you with the financial conversion of creative product to financial outcome. Where is the gap in the market? Are you using Google keywords or the search engine optimisation tool to find what your audience is looking for, have you created a mind map with much structure to organise other elements of your journey, such as networking. Some of us are beyond our dreams, once you find a formula, stick to it, it may be repetitive, tedious, exhausting, yet you are striving towards a positive outcome. Keep going!
I thought to myself this morning it must be a very frustrating thing to be a dream, to have such a future awaiting you, traveller, yet your means of transport lacks the fuel to give you the rebirth you require. It is a season for dreams to usher us in and whisper the deliciousness of their adventures. For them to be able to pitch themselves and auction their beauty for sale. For your mind, I will give you your dreams , for your vision I will give you your dreams, for your habits and your discipline, I will give you your dreams. Yet do not fear to be a unique signature on a stamped envelope, the universe demands. Do not fear to hold your colours boldly to the mass stand at the top of the lighthouse and wave for a tired dream to stumble it’s way to your golden shores.