Why Would Eating Poop Make Anyone Happy?

  I'm still making progress. I keep reminding myself of that. My new mantra. I haven't made a big leap forward in a while, I haven't had one of those shit-eating-grin moments in an even longer while. I still paint a bit but most of my art has been in my sketchbook. I do like some of the latest faces I've drawn in there. I really need more space to spread out and create.
  Most of my time of late has involved getting my business in order. Well, making an effort to. Nothing seems to come easy. I want to redo my websites. I know what I want them to look like. Nothing fancy. I just need to put them together and upload them. I've tried every "easy to use" website creator program that I can find. I can't get any of them to work right for me. While I'm letting my website frustration evaporate I've been putting a new artist's statement together and getting a business plan in order. Nothing special. Nothing hard. Nothing to make me feel good about my progress.
  I've also been looking for a new job. Lots of leads but nothing I'm willing to quit my job for. I do miss the big city opportunities sometimes. I know it's gonna all work out. I've got faith. It's gonna come in a great big artsy landslide. You'll know when it does by my shit eating grin.

"Constructing the Nude"