It's been a few weeks since I last blogged. I guess I've been kind of stumped on how my "theme" is evolving and want I want to do with it, and of course, what I want to receive from this. I'm getting closer to finally embarking on the next phase in self-publishing that I will now refer to as DIY or Indie Publishing. I met with another graphic designer and website designer - she must be the top in her field for what she charges and how she lives. She certainly wasn't hungry for my business and I suspect I'm not even minor league in her book - more like the pee-wee league. But that's okay, because the initial meeting was free and she challenged me to figure out what I wanted to my website to look like and to figure that out. The website that this blog will ultimately be a part of, unless I go with Wordpress.
Ironically enough, it was seeing pictures of the "popular" group on Facebook that crystallized what I want out of this. I swear to God I think I need to do a FB cleanse, so often what I see on that site puts me in a bad mood and even stirs up my insecurities. Not exactly the kind of encouragement I need at this time. The pictures were of a woman and her husband, a very talented bluegrass musician, getting ready for their recording on the resurrected Putumayo music label. (FYI, I am so glad to hear that company has revamped!) At first, it really got in my craw for a moment. One on one, most of these people are quite lovely and likable, but once they come together as a group, their individual humanity disappears and they morph into phenomenon of a clique, and an exclusive clique where most people aren't accepted, and who feed off the natural hurt that happens when somebody is rejected for no good reason at all. I knew this group when I lived in a small town and an isolated town in SE Alaska. In places such as this, cliques like these have far more power than they deserve because there's not enough variety to be able to ignore them. I have since moved on to a bigger place, as have they. They're doing quite well. They should, really. They know how to work power.
When I saw that picture, for a moment I believed that that is what it takes to be successful in this world - to have people support you in the pursuit of your dreams. I know I don't have that group and that support, and for a moment, I despaired. For a moment, I thought why even bother? And then I got pissed. Not at them, but at myself. And in that moment, that's when I knew what I wanted Freedom Junkie Press to stand for. I want Freedom Junkie Press to stand for the Lone Wolf, for the individual who doesn't fit into cliques because such people are too compelled to follow the rhythm of a different drummer. For now, Freedom Junkie Press is a community of one, but I know I'm not alone. I know there must be others who feel as I do and who want what I want, and who share the same vision.
Thank you for reading.
Ironically enough, it was seeing pictures of the "popular" group on Facebook that crystallized what I want out of this. I swear to God I think I need to do a FB cleanse, so often what I see on that site puts me in a bad mood and even stirs up my insecurities. Not exactly the kind of encouragement I need at this time. The pictures were of a woman and her husband, a very talented bluegrass musician, getting ready for their recording on the resurrected Putumayo music label. (FYI, I am so glad to hear that company has revamped!) At first, it really got in my craw for a moment. One on one, most of these people are quite lovely and likable, but once they come together as a group, their individual humanity disappears and they morph into phenomenon of a clique, and an exclusive clique where most people aren't accepted, and who feed off the natural hurt that happens when somebody is rejected for no good reason at all. I knew this group when I lived in a small town and an isolated town in SE Alaska. In places such as this, cliques like these have far more power than they deserve because there's not enough variety to be able to ignore them. I have since moved on to a bigger place, as have they. They're doing quite well. They should, really. They know how to work power.
When I saw that picture, for a moment I believed that that is what it takes to be successful in this world - to have people support you in the pursuit of your dreams. I know I don't have that group and that support, and for a moment, I despaired. For a moment, I thought why even bother? And then I got pissed. Not at them, but at myself. And in that moment, that's when I knew what I wanted Freedom Junkie Press to stand for. I want Freedom Junkie Press to stand for the Lone Wolf, for the individual who doesn't fit into cliques because such people are too compelled to follow the rhythm of a different drummer. For now, Freedom Junkie Press is a community of one, but I know I'm not alone. I know there must be others who feel as I do and who want what I want, and who share the same vision.
Thank you for reading.
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