the vicious circle of the strange square

It's not that I've been doing a lot of writing over the last couple of weeks, I've just been doing a lot of "selling myself."  I don't know which makes me feel more emotionally nekkid: writing soul-bearing blog posts about self-mutilation, or trying to craft a letter that will entice an agent to adopt my novel or picture book.  Part of the problem with the marketing side of things is that marketing is about making money, and I grew up poor and Baptist, so even now as an agnathiest, I have major hangups any time I do anything to try to make money, especially if I'm sullying the Pure White Innocence of My Arte with evil evil greed.

( Metaphorical nakedness behind the cut )