After just whining on about the fact that I didn’t have anything on after YSP, I had a little flurry of emails for autumn projects. Not that these people read my blog – more likely this is the short turnround that we all have to operate on when there is little budget and precarious situations all round.
I have also been plotting myself as I haven’t organised anything yet this year (well, not strictly true, but….). I almost don’t want to share as it’s not fully formed, but saying things out loud can also mean that they have to happen. Anyway, I have started writing to people to ask them to collaborate on a new publication, so I shall see how it goes. Website is bought/under construction in my head and ISBNs ordered, that’s all I’m saying for now.
After getting my YSP book to the printers yesterday I had a brief respite from the stress that has been interrupting my sleep for the last few weeks. For about ten minutes at least – then the Liverpool Art Prize awards poppped up and slotted into the books’ place in my brain. Now, if I think about tomorrow night I can actually feel my stomach flip. Stupid thing is, I’ll be rushing out of work, trying to get across to Liverpool (from Pontefract) on the bloody M62 and I’ll get there and not win anything. Then I’ll have to drive home (not even a glass of wine as release) and get up at 5am the next morning to come back to Yorkshire. Why is it on a Wednesday night? WHY?
Tonight I am finishing off my cataloguing hours for intute.ac.uk. It is the last lot of work from them ever, so I’m feeling pretty sad about it, although it has always been something that stresses me out at the end of the month! It’s because of funding cuts. Speaking to friend the other weekend, we both said this is the first time we have ever directly felt the government’s actions. She had a commission purchase cancelled because budgets were cut.
Anyway, I’m moaning again. I think I should probably ban myself from bloggin until all this stress is gone. 19th July then…. I’ll try.
