Holy crap I’m so bad at this. For some reason I’ve had this holier-than-thou attitude about selling. Like I’m this great creative soul, and marketing somehow puts a smudge on me. Like what, I’m Christ and I’ve suddenly stepped in poop? Because now I have to sell what I’ve created?

What it really is, is fear. Fear and laziness. I should write a book called Fear and Laziness in Las Vagueness. Because I’m afraid of the mountain of things I would have to take on in order to sell my own work: a nebulous, confusing, neverending wad of left-brained tasks that fill me with vague terror.

I’m in the midst of the attempt: building a freelancing website, self-publishing and promoting a chapbook, and seeking an agent for a memoir I wrote last year. Fear and laziness are trying to stop me. Your article helped push me forward.