So. COVID is almost* over. It's time to break out of what's safe and get out there. Do I regret what I accomplished in the last year? Nope. I paid down debt. I wrote a novel. I lost 15 pounds. I forged a really close bond with my mother. I didn't die. These feel like huge accomplishments. At the same time, so many things didn't happen. I barely got into the studio. I didn't participate in art crawls or writing conventions. Professional networking? What professional networking?
(*: yes, all the caveats, I know, I know)
So let's just say that this summer? I have plans.
Pitching my dark fantasy novel, Hell's Cupid
Creating my first major painting series
Joining the Milwaukee League of Artists
Taking on commission work
Launching several online tools to help writers and artists goal plan, get out of their heads, and create (Trust me, if they work for me, they'll work for anyone!)