Holy moly long time no post.
Oh yeah... life... again.

I also vehemently hate that since I have a google account this blog is somehow linked to that account WAAAAY more than I want it to be. Truly, if I ever get the rest of my life organized I'll leave blogger and google for my art related things and build (with some help) my own site. I really do want my own online gallery. My cafepress site is a place holder and convenient way for me to get some of the items I personally want for myself. (Mugs. I am in love with my artwork on mugs that get used daily.) Etsy is great in theory, but I'm not comfortable with the amount of time it would take me being on my computer even more than I am to get my site seen more... I WANT it seen more, but until it is it feels like I'm losing more than I gain to have a fully stocked online shop on Etsy. If I had ever had a sale in the time I've had the site I'd be more willing, but I haven't. Add to that the utter frustration of not havign the images of my work that I need when I need them to upload to the site and I feel like I should give up.
Luckily, I'm stubborn.
Luckily, dreams never die... it is when hope fizzles out that dreams blink out.
And hope, however unlikely and quiet and invisible, I do not really lose.
Even when I can not see a positive, I have some hope.
It may seem fluffy and flowery, but in practice it is dirty and gritty and makes you scream in anguish.
Hope is the anguish that you endure to take that next step though you can not give a single believable reason why you aren't turning around and going home.
Hope...
To steal a line from my favorite movie:
"Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies."
Whoops... that's my favorite line... the one that applies here to this post:
"Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free."

So with hope I plan to dig in my heels at the beginning of my new year in March and honor the three parts of my life I cherish by getting with the plan and doing the work. All the way around. Some days will be horribly unpleasant, but so truly worth it.

In the Arts arena I've made a baby step - my next big project is started - by request it;s another bird.
Wish me luck!