I May Already Be A Winner

It's been a pretty good week. I had a good weekend at work, at least as far as money goes. I've got car problems and my poor PT Cruiser runs like it has the hiccups. I'm hoping to get it fixed this week. Apparently you can't just take a car in to get fixed anymore. I have to wait for the big man to get to work tomorrow in hopes he can tell me when I can bring it in for them to look at so they can decide what's wrong, tell me about how much it will cost to fix, and then have it fixed. I used to just take my car in and then pick it up in a day or so after handing the mechanic a fist full of cash. If only I could fix it myself. If only I could wave my hands in the air and have them fill with hundred dollar bills. Same chance of happening. I really should clean the house. The roof could stand some attention. I need to do laundry. It all seems to pile up at once. My wife tells me to concentrate on the good and not stress over the bad. That brings me to the focus of this post: my studio.

It's kinda messy. It's too small for what I really need. I'm positive that gremlins live in it, hiding my supplies and ruining my brushes. It's also the place I can get away from everything and relax. I play some music, get the vibe going, stand in front of my easel and create masterpiece after masterpiece (Well, to my mind anyway. My daughter and my wife think they're pretty cool to). I am thankful that I have someplace to call a studio. I know there are many artists world wide that don't have that luxury. I am a pretty lucky guy. Enough of this mush. Here's another painting:

"MYSTERY CAT"

So Many Things I Should Be Doing

I'm falling farther behind I fear. I'm not getting the production I need from myself. I do paint on a regular basis, mostly to keep my sanity, but I'm not taking pictures and posting them online nearly as often as I should. I'm not making the effort I should in promoting and selling my art either. I have increased my sales as of late, but I always think I could be doing more. I haven't kept up on my phone calls to family and friends, I don't get out to mingle with other people, I don't read as much as I'd like; there's really no part of my life where I feel I'm giving all the effort I should. I thought maybe if I put it in writing on the world wide web it might motivate me to do better. I guess we'll see. In the meantime, here's a new painting.