I was super productive yesterday. My Sammy board book is off to Tricycle Press. A Channukah story is off to Kar-Ben, and my non-fiction ballet proposal is off to Scholastic. I have a picture book at Walter Lorraine and the same one at Schwartz and Wade. Hoping, as always, to get a nibble. I’m also waiting on the Kimberly Colen Grant and I’ve applied to other day jobs.
If you haven’t seen pamm ‘s post about saying no to revisions, take a look. Today I said no to a job offer. Well, not an offer and that was part of the problem. After two interviews, and waiting for five weeks when they said it would be two, the interviewer called to say that I had made it to the third round of interviews. Third round? What do they need that they haven’t gotten already. Another supervisor would be there, she explained. I said, no thank you. I am getting too old to take jobs that don’t respect me as highly qualified.
Laura had medicine. I have motherly angst. “I have had enough of living like this!” Yesterday I vacuumed (only downstairs), cleaned papers off of the counters, (I couldn’t take it anymore), sent out a submission, finished a board book dummy and the accompanying cover letter, sent some writing samples to an up and coming magazine and did not, I repeat DID NOT clean my children’s room. Instead, the toothfairy left a note saying that their room was so messy she couldn’t find her way to the pillow. She said she’d try again tonight. They cleaned this morning.
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Not sure what I should say this morning. Just thinking I need to post. Outside my window the sun is just rising. There is this amazing gradient of color from black (the tree silhouettes in the distance) to light blue (the fog bluring more distant trees) and then a purple that fades into an intense pink of sky. It is really beautiful and if I don’t look directly down then I can’t see the mess that is my own driveway. The wood pile of scrap wood from our unfinished construction, the cars that don’t fit in our garage because tools are there, or the messy garden I’ve yet to put to bed.
This week: send out a slew of writing that is sitting in my office complete and previously rejected. Clean house? It is getting kind of frustrating how much crap my kids take out and don’t put away.
I’ve made a pact with myself that I will play more with my drawings. Here is me playing on photoshop. I scanned in my drawing then laid in large areas of color, then added highlights with the brush tool. I had fun. Tell me what you think. Maybe I’ll do Jill tomorrow.
The directory of illustration called today to try and sell me a page in their source book. $2,400. Portfolio.com wants me to pay the $400 to have more images int a “titanium” level portfolio on their site. So I have two problems. (Maybe more.) 1. Do they really just want to sell me a page? There are some amazing artists in there and honestly, I just don’t see myself as on the same level. As Groucho Marx said, “I don’t want to belong to any club that would have me as a member.” 2. Let’s say that I am at least capable of creating great art. (which I think I could if I made it my priority) Then how would I get the money to pay for these promotional opportunities. It is a vicious cycle. Don’t have the money, can’t advertise, noone knows I exist, don’t get the job, still don’t have money.
There is a spring feeling about today. Very odd for the day after Halloween. The sun shines brightly through bare branches, the grass is green, the sky is blue, and the temperature is quite warm.
Went to kiss my little bugger goodnight last night and smelled peanut butter and chocolate. I. had his candy bag under the covers and was pigging out. After we threw out the wrappers and I impounded his bag, I marched him off to brush his teeth for a second time. Here are the kids in costume. E. was the cutest yellow fluffy duck. I. was a native american from the North East. Possibly Penobscot? We did some research to try and make it authentic. But finally he created his own painted tunic and designed the loin cloth. I’m afraid we ended up with a stereotypical indian. So much for cultural sensitivity.