I have 8 days before fall break and of late, the creative funk stick has whopped me on the head. I never saw it coming and I do declare folks, my head is still spinning.

Sure, I’ve been going to the people’s job but what’s playing in my head is Whew! Somebody had a time last night and me flopping in the bed after getting home.

Sunday found me concluding a small project I was experimenting with sometime back and prepping artwork and Certificates of Authenticity so the gallery could pick up my work for the South Carolina show end of next month. Then, I listed a couple pieces on Ebay. There are so many hats to wear as a solopreneur and with my head still spinning, remember, I’m confused which head to put the hat on.

Sometimes, I get to talking to myself ’cause it can be helpful and honest to God, I’ve found that I’m a pretty good conversationalist when I’m truly honest with myself. I feel like I give me wise advice when I’m in good head space. We, meaning me and my other self, never argue ’cause that would be crazy. Right?

The thing about those self-talks is you can’t get overly expressive ’cause then it just becomes weird no matter how normal talking to yourself is. I mean, imagine going back and forth on a situation and hearing yourself say Girl, bye!

Twenty twenty-four hasn’t been the most productive year in the studio for me, if I have to be frank. I’ve experimented a lot and I guess that accounts for something but my other self is rolling her neck and folding her arms, and I’m not trying to explain anything to her.

It’s like that, huh…