From the age of nineteen onward, I have written for pay. That makes me a professional writer. I have degrees and other things which we’ll discuss in a bit that also lend verisimilitude to this fact of my life: I am a professional writer.
When I was twenty-four, I had my first photography show. I sold photographs that I shot and ran in a darkroom, with my mentor’s supervision and direction. I still run things through my own darkroom (or digital programs), and I still sell my photography. Since I don’t devote as much drive to photography as I do writing, I consider myself a semi-professional photographer, but the emphasis here is that this is something I do in exchange for money.
I was raised to be a professional in the arts. This was the dream of my family. I realize that you many not have encountered similar responses, or what I’m saying may be foreign to you entirely, but it’s true— my family wanted to have a writer-photographer in their midst, and they did everything they could to make sure I could do this professionally. And do it so proficiently that people couldn’t help but pay me well.
On the Internet as of late, I have been running into these polarized ideas of the relationship between art and money, especially when it comes to art, money and the Internet.
This Friday, I will be posting a piece about my theories and experiences with this not-new phenomenon as it relates to recent events.
I will also be talking a bit about how to make money as a writer or a photographer.
Let me warn you right now— this is the blood-and-guts version of the story. Art is messy when you’re trying to do it well. And it’s hard. And you need to be able to understand what constructive criticism is, and how it works, and why you need it as an artist, always. And you need to know the difference between a personal insult and genuine constructive criticism because real artists do know the difference. (Here’s a hint: Intent is the engine that drives both of these things.)
So, my darling friends, get ready— we’re going to talk about one of the most taboo subjects in American life: art and money.
Here’s an extra treat before we even get into that discussion on Friday:
Do you want to know what my real bio is as a professional in the arts?
Here you go: My About Page, “The Bluebird” has some updates.
It’s all on the table now. Let’s do this.
OH! A SPECIAL NOTE TO MY HOARDE OF NEW SPLOG FOLLOWERS! Please be aware that I am well-versed in copyright law, Creative Commons law, and every possible reporting agency that handles spam and splogs. I specialize in stolen content on the Web. It is a particular pet peeve of mine. I am not a fan of “content aggregators.” I can spot plagiarism like a greasy fingerprint, so….
As each of you adds on as a reader to my blog, I am working my way down a list to sort out whether you are a SPLOG or just a regular blogger.
If you are a regular ol’ blogger, “Hello! I am so pleased to meet you!”
If you are found wanting in the balance, I will be reporting you and your SPLOG to three governing bodies on the Internet.
I would suggest, then, that you pass on by Bluebird Blvd. Do not subscribe to me unless you want the kind of scrutiny that I have been trained as a newspaper journalist to do well, and quickly.
Go on, now! Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.
FOR THE REST OF MY LOVELY AND LIVELY FRIENDS: Yeah, this is why “likes” are turned off at the moment. *Rolls eyes up to the ceiling, continues talking.* Don’t worry; I’ve been SPLOG HUNTING. *Looks you in the eye.* Does anyone need a hug?
A NOTE ABOUT THE PHOTO: That’s my most recent PR photo that I shot because I’ve been invited to be a part of a few wonderful featured poetry (and music) readings lately for a special bookstore.
(Featured poetry/music reading: A special event were a special group of poets/musicians are invited to read/perform for an audience there to hear these specific poets and musicians. Not open-mic. Not slam-poetry.)
Read my new bio on my ABOUT page to hear more about this part of my life. (See above for link to the ABOUT page, or just scroll all the way up to the menu and click “The Bluebird”)