Just have to concentrate on the small steps. One foot in front of the other, and before you know it, it will start to take shape. Budget, scheduling, I hate all of this stuff. And then I have to figure out how we’re going to pay the rent. That sucks. I want to focus on my art.
I heard this thing about female artists. That not only do we get obsessed by our art, but we also have to clean the house, pay the bills, raise the kids (thank God I didn’t go down that street), be a woman to the man. I don’t know what to do with myself.
