The Waltz of My Life

It seems as though I struggle more than I should have to, trying to get ahead. Some of my set backs are my fault and I freely admit that, but some are things I have no control over. I feel as though I only make enough progress to keep from chucking the whole art thing and becoming an accountant. I kept hearing that there were people interested in buying some of my work that is hanging in Patrick's Deli-que. I wondered why no one bothered to call me to ask about prices, then one day it hit me that the phone number on my business cards was my old Missouri number. Damn. I gave my new number to my friends at that fine establishment and now hope that the prospective buyers haven't decided I'm too flaky to deal with. I did spend the past two days reorganizing my studio and clearing the clutter. It's so much nicer to actually have room to move around my easel as I work. So inspiring that I did two new paintings last night and some work on a third. I need to adjust some things on the new paintings, but I should be able to fix them in a few minutes. The thing that gets me every time is finding time to photograph my paintings and get them posted on the net. It's just such a hassle some times and I can usually find more enjoyable things to do with the little free time that I have. I'm going to schedule some time next week to get all my newer works out for their photos and then sit down to crop and adjust the pictures. Not the most terrible thing I need to do, but always something I have to force myself to do.