blueivy

A week has passed.

I'll soon be done with the income taxes job. That'll be good.
More time for coloring comics and making jewelry. I'm late for the coloring. I just wish I could make a living out of it, but unless you're "big" in the industry, don't you dare dream such a thing.
Same for the jewelry.
A local actress/ radiogirl/ singer has her own brand, probably designed by others and surely made by others, she sells a lot and it is very expensive. "Her" designs aren't original one little bit and they're far from unique or even rare. Her name guarantees her exposure -and her producers and budget-.
Ranting again. It's hard to be a small-no-name artist somedays. I feel like I'm going nowhere, I'm not good enough, never enough. That it is never gonna work.

At least, my love life is good, real good. It gives me the strength not to abandon those projects, even though I feel I should be Miss Regular-get-a-real-job-and forget-the-rest.

Damn gray sky, rain and snow for the last few days, I hate the way it affects my mood.
I'll be all better when the sun starts to shine again.