Mashedpotatoblog:
Oh dear, all this moving, returning, catching up has rendered my brain a smallish lump of mashed potato.
I am so behind with correspondance and admin but the biggest problem has to be getting back into the pace I was working at before, everything just slowed so much in Linz that I can’t quite find it again..
I have been paid by YSP though, was all quite quick once I piped up complaining. It doesn’t help that I have to contact a lot of teachers for this project, and although I started that in July, I still haven’t heard back from my first two schools… arrgh. Lesson: teachers do not do email (on the whole).
Going to London on Saturday to a seminar called ‘Making a Living’ so have been thinking about alternative ways to make money… really looking forward to this discussion as it seems to take a more practical and proactive approach: looking for solutions and models rather than talking about the problems. We shall see!!! I also owe a-n a massive thanks as they have bought my train tickets. Hopefully I’ll have an hour or two to check out the Whitechapel Artist’s Book Fair too!!
Then, my lovely husband has booked us a week to Greece leaving on Sunday, which he desperately needs after a four month stretch of 12 hour + days on Lego Rock Band. They aren’t allowed to take any holidays during projects like this (always over the summer as the games have to be ready for Christmas sales) and it always feels really unfair. He looks like a zombie and I feel like we haven’t spent any time together for ages and ages. I’m not sure I need this right now, but he really does and of course, why would I turn down a relaxing holiday in a teeny little village of peace. I have been enjoying being back though and this holiday takes me away until the day before my first school date with YSP… I guess I shall just have to get on with it! Gulp.
Email from Sean at g39 yesterday asking me to speak about artists’ blogs at this:
www.mayyouliveininterestingtimes.org.uk
which looks great. Don’t think I’ve ever been to Cardiff… oh maybe when I was very small, but I don’t remember anything about it. Speaking fear looms, but it is long enough away to forget for now. School fear first and then speaking fear, one fear at a time. But before all that, sea and souvlaki.
