Labor Day Weekend

This painting is called Sitting on the Fence, it's by Jim Glover and the photograph does not do it justice. It was cold today and rainy, a reminder that winter's on its way.

It's labor day weekend and I'm doing my best not to labor. Long weekends are when you find out what a work-a-holic you really are. Sandra's manuscript arrived this morning, so I had to start on it at least. Did some updating on my website, answered e-mail, attempted to clean something and then decided it was entirely too cold and miserable to be that motivated so I spent the rest of the day reading a book. Interesting little mystery thriller called The Death Artist. If you like these kinds of books, its worth reading.

One thing I must do this weekend is prepare a couple of speechs. I'm speaking to artists next week and business women the week after that. The artists are easy, the women - not so much. I'm still trying to get my head wrapped around why they want to hear from me. I write like a talk most of the time, if you're reading this... that is me. Does this sound like a person who could teach a professional business woman anything? Well, I have a plan. I think I'll talk to them about mentorship and their responsibility to take on a teenage girl if for nothing else than to keep another generation from turning out like me! Living in a small town, people really know me and don't judge the quality of my work or my ability to get things done by how I'm dressed or whether I'm wearing make-up or not. When I need to, I can look professional... it's an act, but hey, we do what we must.