TGIF - The Monday That Feels Like The Last Day Of The Week

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Today was the final day of my part-time job. I wrapped up many details, filed end of project reports, and collected my things. I’m scheduled for another job, part-time of course, next year. After that, I don’t know what will happen. In my line of work, conditions change every day. Funding goes foul and budgets gets cut and there layoffs and down-sizing galore. I’m glad that I’m no longer living my life for that job, the job that I enjoyed for many years. Times have changed, and I’ve changed. I’m no longer doing what other people think I should do — I’m doing what I know I should do, with is to paint and draw and make books about animals.

In a few days I’m going to lay the foundation for my third children’s picture book, starting with the dialog. The plot will involve a dramatic sea voyage to Easter Island. There will our known friends — burros and blue jays — and new characters who rescue their friends from danger. I’m looking forward to the grueling writing and painting process because that’s what I love to do. It’s not even work — it’s a labor of love.