For Every Two Steps Forward, There’s a Step Back

My interview today wound up actually being a pre-interview, ten minutes in length, to ascertain whether or not I was still interested in working with this company. Because the person had already looked at my online portfolio, they didn’t even bother having me show them the immaculate work I had done setting up my physical portfolio. Hours of work prepping the portfolio (not to mention money I couldn’t really afford to be spending to print pictures), dressed to the nines, hair and makeup perfect, and I could have worn jeans and not stressed at all. BUT they are still interested, I got to drop off my physical resume with actual references for the head honcho, and as we were gifted with free theater tickets for tonight, I won’t have to waste time later on hair and makeup. Now I’ll probably be waiting a couple of weeks.

In the meantime, I entered into talks with another shop for freelance work that has phenomenal reviews, and hopefully that will prove fruitful. I’d rather make slightly less money guilt-free (and potentially not have to get liability insurance) than worry about being connected with a less-than-honest corporation. But still, we’re in early stages here.

I’m in a hurry up and wait period right now, and, as a creature of action, I hate waiting. But I will grin and bear it.

Excitingly, though, one of my illustrations (Tears) was included in this beautiful treasury on Etsy – Brave: Brain Storm.  It really is a deep and thoughtful collection of images.

My First Author Interview!!!

A few days ago, the blog “Flying with Red Haircrow” posted an interview by me.  Check it out here!

We’re loaded in and slowly unpacking.  It was exhausting even with movers, and we headed back yesterday to clean and load the last of our bits.  We have a lot of crap because of our business (merchandise, art supplies, some machinery, etc), because of our hobbies (we both love to cook, my husband brews beer, we each play a couple of instruments), and because my toddler has more toys than any child has a right to have thanks mostly to his grandparents.  So… I figure about two weeks until we’re fully settled in, if we’re lucky, with some bits of creative work going on in the meantime.  Hopefully the physical exhaustion will lessen over the weekend though.