Today I had one of those moments when I thought about all the things I want to paint and all the things I want to write about. This is not an abstract concept . . . these are real ideas that I have in my head, noted down on paper, or on my computer, bare bones skeleton one or two sentence notes or quick sketches. More preciously, I'm referencing the multiple sketchbooks that have piled up and the 46 pages of typed notes with over 100 topics I want to write about. And when the ideas keep flooding in, I fear I will never catch up, never reach my full potential. Damn poverty! If I could only do what I love full-time . . . dare I say, all the great things I just might accomplish. I've suffered from a lack of time and I've suffered from a lack of money, but this is the first time in a long while where I've suffered from a lack of both.
My ideal work day: breakfast, two hours reading, two hours writing, lunch, four plus hours painting, dinner, more painting, and then a little more reading or writing before bed. If I had this schedule, I just might make small dent into making/writing everything that I have stuck in my head. Time is such a luxury.