My mind is streaming with words. Ideas and thoughts that I think I'd like to share here; that is, until I sit down. Faced with a blank screen, I quickly click away. I search bloglines and flickr, hoping to find my way to inspire a release. It feels like the floodgates are buckling; the pressure building. On closer examination, a false alarm.
I've been deliciously busy. On a rich, personal quest to connect with my potential, I've been working on mind, body and soul and I'm here to tell you, it's a fucking full-time job. I never knew I could be so high maintenance!
My inclination is to start list-making; my practical solution to most everything.
- As much as I've cursed Google images for pillaging and pilfering my photos, I have to give thanks. Because of thievery, I sold my first photo today. It will be used as a stock image for a presentation by a major advertising agency in Boston and part of a DVD with distribution of fifty. Thankfully the mister works with photographer reps and we were able ask for a reasonable, market rate.
- Because I take great strides to avoid my personal world colliding with my internet self, I won't link to the photo. If you want to see it, email me.
- I'm planning to use the money I've earned towards a new lens. While I'd love to have this, I'll certainly be happy and whole with this.
- I've struggled with calling myself a photographer for awhile; struggled with the idea of selling my photos and if they'd sell.
- And speaking of calling myself a photographer, once and for all, I'm going to sign up for a proper photography class. Happy Mother's Day to me from M.
- With my rigorous workout schedule, I've been doing a lot of i-Pod listening and I'm here to tell you, my play lists are beat. I've uploaded and purchased, but I need more.Please tell me what you listen to when you want your heart to pump.
- Thanks to Liv and Neen for the Glossimer suggestion, Eclipse is my new, go-to color. Again with the penny-saving, I want to try this.
It's late and with my girl on Spring break this week, I need all the rest I can get. I agree that is ridiculously dramatic statement, but my spirited child easily wears me down and sleep deprivation heightens the prickles and hackles that rise with each whinge.
With that, I bid you my sweets, buona notte.