Gossiping Ducks by foxypar4
Sometimes I have to slide sideways into things. Or trick myself into starting by making projects smaller than they truly are.
I am cursed with perfectionism, so often the only way forward is to just close my eyes and jump.
Which is how I found myself opening an online shop for my art. Without branding. Without a big launch. Without having all my drawings scanned and ready to go. Without enough mounts or packaging materials. With all my ducks decidedly not in anything even vaguely resembling a row. In fact, Iâ€™m not entirely sure where my pond is and itâ€™s quite likely that all my ducks have flown off in a huff.
But I started anyway.
Thereâ€™s not much in my shop yet (see aforementioned lack of ducks) but Iâ€™m adding things as I go along. Itâ€™s also possible that my pricing is entirely wrong but I decided that fear of pricing was a lousy reason not to start something.
And I have no idea if this is going to work.
Iâ€™ve already sold two envelopes (yay!) but maybe no one else will ever buy anything. You’d think that this would be a source of stress, that I would be filled with the fear of rejection. But weirdly, it doesn’t seem to matter and that’s because I just jumped. Without too much preparation or angst or investment of time, energy, money or emotion.
Sure, it would be fabulous if I make a gazillion pounds selling art online â€“ donâ€™t get me wrong, I absolutely want this to succeed – but Iâ€™m also very clear that itâ€™s a test piece, a maquette, an experiment.
See, thatâ€™s the great thing about the internet – the cost of entry is low. I donâ€™t have to spend lots of money â€˜setting up a businessâ€™, I can just say, â€˜hey, letâ€™s throw a few quid at an online store for six months and see if it works?â€™ If it doesnâ€™t, well, no harm, no foul and Iâ€™ll have learnt some useful stuff. Iâ€™m hugely interested in trying new things online. At the moment it still feels as though there’s a lot of freedom on the web; that maybe I can do things in my own strange, messed up way and still make a go of it. That maybe all those ducks arenâ€™t quite as important as people tell you.
Our local synchronized swimming team by Eric BÃ©gin
Because I think I can do this, but not if I have to get my ducks in order first. My ducks are recalcitrant, they fly away when theyâ€™re told to line up, they quack in a rebellious manner, they flaunt their sassy little ducktails like 50â€™s rockers. And when I wring my hands about business-type things, they make rude and unhelpful Donald Duck noises. My ducks have ATTITUDE.
In the Swim by StarrGazr
Now I’m not saying that you should make a half-arsed job of things. If you’re the sort of person who can easily organise your ducks, that’s absolutely great – you’ve got a huge advantage and you should use it to the full. What I am saying is that for perfectionists, the perceived need to get all our ducks in a row before we start anything can be a very effective stalling technique. It can be an excuse. And sometimes you have to be braver than that.
So Iâ€™ve learnt to pointedly ignore my ducks and then quietly organise them into rows when they’re not looking.
How do you deal with your ducks? Let me know in the comments…