When people tell me I would make a good fit for other jobs, I stop cold. Despite how I appear and how I carry myself, I wouldn't get involved in a lot of corporate culture or career ladders...
Peers and colleagues assume I would deal well in some management or any kind of 'authority position' but I'm simply an artist at heart.
I've never been the type to show much interests in what I consider other strenuous 'occupational positions'. No matter what, I am happiest when drawing and writing, I don't have the impetus or the drive to do much else. I know in societal terms, this makes me sound incredibly lazy, but, what can I do? This is all I have the strength, the fortitude, and the aptitude to do for the rest of my life.
Though I have the knowledge and skills to do many other things, possibly what may bring me more financial security, I've got to do what I need to in order to succeed in my own way. After all, I'm an artist and a writer.
Inspiring other artists/writers. Enlightening readers/viewers.
Promises Made Are Promises Kept
Several years after my dad's passing, I finally fulfilled my promise to him to repair our family's set of JOURNEYS THROUGH BOOKLANDS...
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The short story I'm tweaking has to do with my "Tabber the Red" milieu, where, on a fantasy world, upright cats live, worship,...
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This was a reply to a discussion on Facebook* [Expanded in the interest of this blog] Because I'm a Prose writer, I realized that I n...
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"I'm marryin' him, Mama!" by Carmen K. Welsh (c) In this scene, which I later refined thanks to a Sears & Roebuck...