Becoming an Artist and an Author...what was I thinking?

As if leading a life as an artist wasn't challenging enough, I decided to become an author. What was I thinking?

I was fortunate to be at-home while raising my children. However, when the evenings came, I was eager to get a break and wear lipstick for the first time in weeks. Signing up for a local drawing class 2 hours once a week was a start. When hubby came through the door, I was gone! Watercolour, acrylic, and oil classes were to follow. For the last 15 years, I've worked with water-miscible oils and have never looked back.  I'd like to say I was born to be a painter. I was not. It's  hours of dedication to the canvas. But in this self discovery, art became my sanctuary. And it was a lot more fun  and cheaper than therapy! It continues to nourish and feed my soul. I love what I do. But as rewarding and fulfilling being an artist is, it often challenges the delicate ego. So why wander into the labyrinth of the book business?

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