Pictures or It Didn't Happen

If I were my own client, I would fire me.

I create media for a living, so sometimes creating more sh*t feels about as appealing as a damn root canal. Or opening up Pandora's box to... wait for it... yet another platform. Ugh. FML.

But I had a come to Jesus moment with myself this week. What I've been doing to "grow my email list" has been a failure. Fifty-two blogs. One hundred subscribers. Abysmal.

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