Today the weather was stormy and weird and it was hard to go out for a proper walk between bouts of rain. I dug up my oil paints and painted something weird.
I also tried to rest, but my mind was restless. Things I’m fretting over: the books I’m writing; the books I’m constantly working on marketing; the idea of making some really big paintings and whether I should buy a saw to make my own stretcher bars; turning my little house into an occasional AirBnb so I can make extra money and get my art and books in front of more people. This was the plan from the very beginning, but I kind of got distracted. Or maybe I got tired. Also, I was charmed into just wanting to be here myself and enjoy this little house myself and clutter it up a little in my own unique way. Still, it would be a missed opportunity not to rent this sweet little place out at least every now and then.
I had promised myself to get through Christmas then make lists of everything that still needs to be done and tackle it methodically. But I don’t do resting very well, I guess, because my mind just keeps spinning.
