Good Morning Sunshine!

Morning Sunshine! Writing & Art.

I have been writing a lot over the last month and a half. This feels great! It’s always been cathartic to do art or writing. I want to improve on mys writing abilities. So that I can do my writing projects well. I have joined Maine Writers and Publishers Alliance and now Wattpad and there are my WordPress Blog and Pen Pals. Lots of writing!

I like others envision writing as a revenue stream. I have heard that things have changed in the world of writing, and art. I do know the full story. I should look into this. Then I would learn the advantages. I am seeing articles in Poets and Writers. Changes have been made due to Covid. It is the what, why, when, where and who I want to know about. The search bar will like give some insights.

Why do I like to write? I like to write because I love storytelling. My grandfather was a story teller, and his kids were in that if you asked a question you would be there a while before you might get your answer. There was always a story about the topic of interest or it would become one. My grandmother and mother, both were readers,. My grammar school teachers encouraged a love for the written word and storytelling, they read to us. We could go to the library during recess. I learned to love books at an early age. I would sneak out of bed, put my pillow on the floor by the almost floor level window, cover up sometimes and read until it got too dark to read. If I hear my father coming to check on me i hopped in bed usually making it. There was no electricity in the big old house I lived in upstairs. There were lamps of course. Spring and summer were my times to read by the light outdoors. It went up into the rooms by a leader cord and was unplugged by my father. My mother said my father was afraid of fire. He did not trust the cords being plugged in until he and mother went to bed? This made no sense to me, it felt like control. He and his parents had lost their home farm to fire. Yet a bone of contention for me as he left my brother’s light plugged in all night. This I of course found unfair. He did this as a ritual every night into my teen years. If I was not doing chores I was reading. There was some marvelous teacher who instill reading and writing in us during grammar School. By the time I was in high school I was interested in journalism, and writing poetry. I had teachers that encouraged me to write. Over the years I have written for various classes, my own research project at times. When it came to college I thought of writing and art as choices I could do. But like art the in thing to do was teach. And the business end of being a writer or artist were just not there in really useful ways. I had bugged professors for an answer regarding the business end of art. They created a portfolio class. That may help organize your art, you can show it, but it does not tell you the business end of selling art. I then ran across Catherine Ore who has moved into Podcast now for teaching the business end of art. http://theartistentrepreneur.com/ I was lucky to be a part of a Facebook group called the Artist Entrepreneur Network. Now I am an alumnus. I talk of both because for me being an artist is painting my words, depending on what kind of art I am doing. (Traditional.) And writing, therefore, is painting with words.