She wouldn’t drink brandy, her heart (and liver) belong to Jack Daniels!
I’m in a situation I’m not used to. I’m generally very happy. This is quite the revellation and I’ve expected it to fall apart for the last few weeks, but it hasn’t, I’m still happy, I’m fired up, I’m enthusiastic, focused, and… Well, I’m kind of back to the way I was years ago, at least in my head. Obviously physical health problems are a different matter, I can’t control diabetes or my bad back, arms, legs, eyes, etc!
The upshoot of all this is that I’ve taken stock of life, written that project list, and decided that art is where I can make a difference both to myself and to others.
My websites are dead, being brutally honest. I make enough to cover their existence but not enough to call them profitable. I’ll keep them going, but I won’t increase. A few pounds here and there is still better than no pounds. But that’s it.
So I rewind the clock, and take Mr Belwon’s advice, turn a hobby into a money making machine.
The Department of Work and Pensions are essentially saying that I need an income. I’m not disabled, I’m just very sick, and although getting up and physically going to work would possibly be the least comfortable thing in the world for me, there’s nothing stopping me from working here, in the comfort of my own comfy chair.
I have to learn how to model. I have to learn how to texture. I have to learn how to pass quality control from Rendo/Daz/RDNA/Whoever, and I need to learn how to discipline myself to make enough goods to bring in enough bacon to survive on my own two feet.
If I don’t have the right tools by now, then holy mother of Dog I’m screwed. Maya, ZBrush, Hexagon, Carrara, Poser, Daz, Bryce, Vue, Blender, the list just goes on and on. No excuses, got to get cracking and learn my craft.