Another day. Another week of taking the kids to school and back. I’m out of propane so I’ve been working with clay. I got a request for some bookmarks which I haven’t made in a few years. It’s funny how I forget about things I used to make.
I’m still job hunting, hoping to find something soon to supplement my art income. The art income is not much more than coffee money at this point. And no, I don’t go to Starbucks for my coffee. I make it myself or get the dollar coffee at McDonalds. Last month I made 469.00 in income from my Etsy store. That’s not even going to pay the rent much less utilities and food. Not much there to make me feel like I have something to offer as an artist.
I kind of wish I could pack up and move somewhere else. Somewhere where I’m around people who “get” me and don’t shake their heads and wonder when I’m going to quit fooling around and live in the real world. Ha! Where’s the real world? Because if it’s giving up being an artist and spending the rest of my life slogging along in a job I hate just so I can have a roof over my head, then I’d rather stay in my fantasy.
