I woke to an email from Patreon telling me it was payday and that I have $7.97 in my account waiting for me, it might as well have been a million dollars. To celebrate I opened a can of condensed milk and added it with a pinch of sugar to my coffee, two things I never do.
Ten years of blogging has taught me many things. When I added a buy me a beer button last year it went against everything I stood for but I’m changing and growing. The addition of the Patreon account was a bit painful until I realized the glory of getting paid to do what I love most. This very well may be the most boring blog on the planet but my choice is to accept donations and keep writing or get a job and write nothing, it still may come to that or maybe I will find a happy medium. I’ve also reconciled with the big sailing rags and while my boycott of commercial sailing might be over I’m still not putting stamps on any of my feature articles
In the pandemonium of arriving back at Sookie and getting her back into ship shape I completely forgot that I had finished Boatyard Pirates and am the push of a button away from publishing. Being that it’s me in charge I have lost the book altogether, I literally don’t have a clue as to where it is so i guess I’m out on that one.
Nothing much exciting to write about, just another day of waxing, painting, varnishing, loosening, tightening, adding and subtracting. I have 8 days to figure it all out before I have to cast off from the Marina and still no oars for my very old rubber dink. The simple life is a good one with simple problems that are easy to solve. I just finished the last coat of wax on my hull and slowly but surely Sookie is starting to look more like a yacht than a workboat. The second we leave the dock all of my hard work will start to undo itself until I redo her for winter which again will kill all of my hard work until the whole process starts over again in the spring.
“The job is what you do when you are told what to do. The job is showing up at the factory, following instructions, meeting spec, and being managed. Someone can always do your job a little better or faster or cheaper than you can. The job might be difficult, it might require skill, but it’s a job.
Your art is what you do when no one can tell you exactly how to do it. Your art is the act of taking personal responsibility, challenging the status quo, and changing people.
I call the process of doing your art ‘the work.’ It’s inpossible to have a job and do the work, too. The job is not the work.” Unknown
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