Lay awake lots last night in mild panics about bills and artistpay (invoicing program not running right... *sigh*) and books and deadlines and artwork and money and stuff. What sleep I got was riddled with dreams about starving to death and canyons full of stagnant pools of water and books that criticized me and trying to paint in a moving van.
Feeling sort of punchy, as a result.
Got about a third of my inbox emptied this morning, paid bills, and am running off orders now.
Got into the Dragon*Con art show.
Debating parting with another copy of Visions... I got another plaintive email asking why I don't reprint, because they would so dearly love a copy and is there any chance of reprinting and please would I? I could use the money. But... I don't WANT to part with another copy. I don't have many left. *divided*
Lunch. Orders. Go into town and mail stuff, pick up new installation of invoice program on disc so I can do artistpay, shower, coloring books... work on resume so I can get some work that pays. Not so scared of the work as I am of fitting it into my day.