IT TAKES A VILLAGE

When re-reading old work turns your stomach. Then you make peace with it. Then you hate it again. Then you eat a sandwich.

Press.

A word dreaded by anyone in the arts. A word synonymous with business casual types juggling three iPhones, pretending that you’re as important as the WhatsApp they’ve just received from a pissed off micro influencer going full meltdown.

Press.

That moment you’re harassed into promoting work you love, hate or still wrestle with while having to sell i…