This morning, I was shopping for audiobooks on Amazon, looking for a compelling memoir. I have been thinking about my own memoir—not the one I published, but the one I’ve been working on (on and off) for years now. It’s basically, hopefully, a better version of the first one, but I don’t think I will be calling it a memoir. I’m not sure yet.

In any case, maybe I’ll have some time to work on it once I’ve finished all the art for the show. But who knows? Too many projects are lined up before me. There’s not enough time in the day or in life to gain any traction.

I haven’t even opened the book in many months, and maybe not at all this year. I’d say I have finished more than half of the rough draft, but anything can happen. I might expand on some things, or I may not. I have rewritten all the parts I pulled from the first book, and I’ve also cut even more. I took out a lot of the sexual and psychological abuse. I mean, it’s there, but not in any graphic detail. Still, it’s probably almost as disturbing as the first book, for all I know. There were so many reasons I wanted to scrap it, and that was one of them. I felt like I was complaining too much about the abuse I suffered. Or rather, I felt like telling the story sarcastically made it sound like I was complaining about it. But whatever.

And as far as publishing at some point, I don’t know if I’ll even put my name on it. I hated how people whom I was acquainted with thought they knew everything about me after reading it. I can’t imagine putting together a book with everything that’s happened in my life. A few hundred pages do not define my complete existence, but some people don’t get that.

But I’ve been digressing during the last 200+ words. I’m sorry.

Last week, I got a fair amount of work done: I finalized my baseline metrics, made progress on one of the paintings, and built a weird wall clock that I’ll be displaying next to one of my paintings. I thought it would be interesting. Well, I didn’t exactly build it; I just altered it.

I’m going to hang it next to this painting:

I thought about putting a sign below it explaining what the clocks mean, but I hate spoon-feeding such things in my art. However, I’ve been calling it Dementia Clock. Maybe the title will be enough. The title won’t be on the wall, though. It will probably just be on the price list.

What else have I been getting done? I now have stats installed on my site, and I did a dry run, practicing a virtual studio visit with an art friend. Apparently, that went very well, according to her. She said it was stellar and professional. I’m glad. I just have to hide the fact that I’m nervous about doing it.

Since the stats haven’t been installed for too many days, I can still estimate a daily average (so far), which is around 150 unique visitors a day. Not too bad, but I think it used to be more than that. But I’ll never know.

I’ve wasted a lot of time typing about virtually nothing, so I should take off and work on painting.

Bye for now.