A dark day today, silent turbulence, a battering ram of emotion trying to tear down the fortress that my tear ducts have turned into. He asks me what's going on in my brain and I make no reply, when did I become so deathly frightened of crying?
The photo shoot last night went well but I got some news that changes everything. The woman who has been telling me, since September, that she's retiring this month, has apparently decided to wait until June. She has picked me to replace her, but holy shit, does she expect me to wait until June? The news didn't even come from the woman herself, it came third party. Now, I had budgeted and planned, since September, to be working full-time again by January. I have been under budget and pleased with myself until last night. Here's my question, why the hell don't people actually ever retire anymore?
Stress. Bills in a stack on my desk. Bank balances stable. For the time being. What are my options? So this morning I perused the internet classifieds and was immediately plunged into a dark cold well of despair. Lights off in an unfamiliar room and the switch is on the other end. Perspective Em, remember the cold and sleepless winter nights. Weakness, or strength?
Substitute teaching. A thick layer of armor sheathing my very skin.
I went to the library and borrowed a couple of books on the legalities of small business ownership. I designed and printed a new poster that highlights everything, not just headshots. I printed a shitload of 1/4 page flyers for the con, with this month's headshot special. Need to drum up some business. I don't think my mass email made it past the spam filter at OC.
The prints from last weekend's event came today, there were only three problems which was fewer than I had expected. After the cost of prints and the charity donation (we did the gig as a benefit for strays) we made $600. Thoughts in every direction. If only we had a storefront, if only if only... it's been Rancid on the big speakers all day today. I can taste it, and that's what makes it smart so.
This idea just popped into my head and I want to write it down so I don't forget. Tomorrow: find out if there's a phone number for the new salon. I want to contact the owner about doing some type of makeover event. We could do "before" and "after" shots. The before being snapshots and the after being real portraits. Of course the salon people would do the in between stuff, but we could set up there to keep the costs low and crank them out like we did last weekend. We could sell the portraits to the clients obviously, but the salon owner could buy prints too, at slightly more than cost, to advertise her skillz. Take... headshot portfolio.
I think I will get that skull and crossbones tattoo. Ramen noodles and occasional bill stress is three thousand times better than a life of purposeless and continual disappointment. Think of Ann Fuller.
This link is for ajax because I want her honest reaction.
www.oberlin.net/~emilygrace/dovin.htm