It just occurred to me that maybe 3 or 4 people are actually going to read this. Still, one never knows, so I write as if it is a public blog, because hey, someone might stumble on it or something, or the blogs I follow might do so back.
Anyway enough of that. I have started another many drawings in a month project. I feel like I'm the world's least motivated person right now, but obviously I'm not. So to kick myself into gear I gave myself an assignment: 200 creative things in a month. I've already started and I think I'm up to 35 or something, and as predicted, the project is inspiring new ideas and either fleshing out or dumping old ideas. I might write a comic based on some of the drawings, which I've yet to do. (Let's see if my ADD can handle a comic.)
This time it's not just drawings that I'm doing, as I have a business making stuffed animals and dolls I'm working on. I have some cats to make for my grandmother, and I need to get the packaging together for the stuffed version of my "make your own superhero" dolls.
Perhaps I will give up on making stuffed animals for a living though. It's a big thing to say but I am not good at keeping up with the boring part of the production, and would rather make patterns. Patterns that can sell. Patterns that can sell as a PDF that I email to me, that take up no space and little material and will continue to sell even if I'm not working. It's maybe a bit sad as I bought tags for my stuffed animals, and I do plan to try one more push with selling the actual plush. But after this Christmas, if I don't get some good sales, I'm done. I'm gonna change over to patterns, coloring pages, and paper dolls. Things that are printed or printable. Perhaps an ebook or even, who knows, a real book.
On another subject, I've lived without a painting studio for about 4 months, and I just cleared out a bit of the garage. All I have to do is haul up my supplies from the basement and get rid of the boxes that don't belong in the garage, and I have somewhere to paint again.
When I was a kid I wondered about my lack of motivation, the difficulty I have finishing things, my "laziness" (I put in quotes because my therapist tells me not to call myself names, and lazy is one of the worst.) I thought that I would overcome it when I grew up. I thought somehow it was just a kid thing, later maybe just a teen thing, as a young adult there were a few brilliant moments when I was in school and working full time when I got my homework done and went to work and also had to take care of my mom. I don't really miss those 80 hour weeks, but I never felt this horrible sinking feeling that I'm wasting my short time on this earth away.
But I wasn't cured. I've been diagnosed with ADD, and all the books I read show the same kind of behavior, so though I hesitate to use it as an excuse, at least it gives me a model to work with, and shows me that it's not all my fault.
I think this blog post is sadly lacking in images, so I'm going to post a pic of the printed sew in tags I got for my plushies
