For some writers, the pleasure of writing is pleasure enough.
Not for me. If I want pleasure I drink hot chocolate or sit on my patio in the sun and read someone else’s book.
At times, when I stumble on the perfect word or phrase, writing becomes enjoyable. Mostly it’s hard. At times even painful. But for some god forsaken reason, I think I have something to say that people might want (dare I say need?) to hear.
So, I need readers. That means people have to know I exist. Enter, dreaded self-promotion.
Marketing. The curse of the artist.
But I’m going to do it. I gotta.