I feel guilty because I can't tell you all how often I blog in my mind. I'll be doing housework or making jewelry and suddenly, well crafted phrases will begin to toss themselves about in my mind like pieces of torn lettuce that dance artistically through food commercials and make you wonder, "who makes a salad under a waterfall??"
Which means that in the end, by the time I get to my keyboard, I have this whole salad in my brain and eventually give up on trying to sort through the mix and pick out the pertinent points.
Lately, due to the fires here in California, I have had a deuce of a time with my asthma. Asthma does lots of undesirable things such as diminish your ability to breathe, alter your mood, make you tired and take a normal productive day and turn it to shite.
In spite of this I have been eating oatmeal for breakfast and exercising in the pool when the air quality isn't in the "deadly" range. But the sheer exhaustion is wearing on me because I am used to getting up and getting things done. The last two weeks I have been getting up, staring morosely at my computer and giving up and going back to bed. I'm not depressed which is good, but the work it's taking to take a deep breath and enjoy the day is getting harder.
My room has made leaps and bounds as far as cleanliness goes. So much of what I have left to do is just FINDING SPACE for things. I mean, this is what the boxes look like:
Christmas decorations, acrylic paint, oil paints and supplies, yarn, lap loom, half finished weaving, stuffed animals, CD's, cassette tapes, wires, more wires, hey look some wires, blank paper, stickers, decoupage supplies, (i.e. paper) glue, thumbtacks, un-sharpened pencils, old keyboard, OMFG wires, floppy disks, Zip disks, usb drives, glitter, scrap booking crap, cards, memory album stuff (cards, photos, ticket stubs, passes etc) photos, negatives, slides, 8 trillion Neopets trading cards, handmade ceramic items, silk flowers, jars, important paperwork, 29 sketchbooks, regular books, DVDs, VHS cassettes, buttons, miniatures, rulers, remotes, shipping material, tape, collectable coins, blank wood projects (boxes, small collectible items) picture frames and GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE.
So, when I am not scanning literally over 15 years worth of art into my computer for filing or use, I am sorting photos, tossing old junk, detangling wires and wondering why the economy sucks. (More on this later)
I HAVE updated my Etsy account but I am unsure of how to promote myself. Do I ask my friends to ask their friends to look at my shop? Do I make a MySpace account just to whore and spam? (not what I want) Do I suck it up and start e-mailing EVERYONE I know and don't??
My boss at the Ad agency is still battling with her husband's brain and lung cancer so I know that her focusing on his health is more important than getting me a job, but it also leaves me to wonder where else can I use my talents to earn money??
It's confusing and confuddling. I AM an artist, but I WANT to earn money!!
At least I just need to hold on until Fall semester. I am taking 2 English classes and an Edu class to get closer to my BA in English.
Yes dear readers, you may wipe the spit off of your screen... I am going BACK to my original major!
I'm not sure what else to say here other than, I want some energy, some clean air and for my jewelry to sell!
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