rosymamacitaI need to write about something that's happened, because I am in danger of ignoring the accomplishment.
And it’s a big accomplishment.
I’ve kind of gotten a job. But it’s not a real job. Except it is.
I’m a pretty big deal on pinterest. I have a huge following and have been trying to work that following into a way to make money. I’m working on my shop and marketing my artwork on pinterest… and I’ve actually managed to start selling ten times what I used to sell. (haha. I just had an email notice pop up on my screen telling me I just sold a print. :)) BUT pretty little art prints aren’t really the way to fame and wealth. Or even the way to a stable income. I would have to sell 20 prints a week just to squeak by, really… and I’m happy to be selling 5 or 6.
Ok. First let me give my etsy art print selling it’s due.
YAY! I am selling on etsy! OMG, I’m actually selling regularly. People want my little paintings! I did it! I managed to pull together my product (which I’ve been working on for years, if not decades) with my pinterest audience and stopped being so squeamish about selling myself. YOU GO GIRL. That is quite the accomplishment.
Ok. I am proud.
Now moving on. It’s still not enough to earn a living, enter that there job I was talking about.
I finally got brave enough to respond to one of those offers I’ve been getting in my email. People randomly email me and ask if I want to pin their stuff for money or shoes or whatever.
Except this time it was a major company and they asked if I wanted to pin for their marketing company. They would represent me and I would pin from the shops that they work for. So I said yes I’d try it. And I talked to the agents on the phone and started doing this.
And holy crap. It’s working out. I’m following their process and actually making money. Like, ENOUGH money to get by. At this point, it’s still pretend money, because they only pay once a month, so I’ll get a lump sum, and the pretend money aspect means I am in danger of not really accepting that it’s true. This is why I’m writing about it here. I’m not really ready to talk about it much irl yet.
I think it’s going to work out. I think I don’t have to be a starving artist/waitress/writer anymore. I think. Unless it’s not as good as it seems, because it does seem to good to be true. It seems like the perfect dream job, where I get to work from home, work on my art and writing, be there when my kids get out of school or have sick days or school holidays. I don’t trust this, that’s it’s a perfect dream job, and it’s not hard either, although it’s harder than just pinning for fun. I’m trying to accept the good thing, even though I don’t believe it. 3 months ago