When I made the poor fiscal decision to become an artist, I figured it would be ok to live a simpler life and work in a hotel to supplement my income because at least I'd get to spend my time doing what I love. . .

I didn't take into consideration the amount of time I would have to spend filling out grant applications, competition entries and exhibition proposals.

The last two days have been spent:

• Getting quotes from photographers for a marketing grant
• Cutting my C.V down to one page for a Competition entry
• Cutting a 500 word artists statement down to 100 words. I can't even begin to explain how difficult that is; it took me hours.
• Writing the application for the entry
• Taking photographs with my digital snappy at 3am and trying to make the photos look as professional as possible.

I am creatively drained. Tomorrow I have a full day Exhibition Planning and Budgeting seminar to go to. . .I hope they don't tell me I have to dress more like an Artist again.

I'm tired of being a business. . .I just want to go back to making stuff.

Oh, and a grumpy old lady yelled at me in the Op shop where I was buying vintage knitting needles today. I don't know why, but I always expect old people to be sweet and friendly. . .

LB