There are things about being a self-employed artist that only other self-employed artists understand. For instance, as glamorous as it may sound, it is quite the lonely proposition. Any typical "eight hour day" might consist of all sorts of ways to fill the empty space that surrounds you. A professor once said you'll spend an hour painting and seven hours looking at/thinking about that painting. He wasn't exaggerating. When things get too quiet, which they almost always do, you'll find yourself turning on some music, only to get annoyed by said music. You'll stop for a snack, and stare at the fridge resentfully knowing there's nothing fun inside. You'll avoid the room wherein your work lies, you'll do every awful thing BUT work, washing the dishes and folding the laundry and exercising. You take a moment to pet the cat, play with it, and then get real bothered when it lays on your paper or steps on your computer keys. You might turn on a self-help podcast, or some comedy on YouTube, wishing it was somebody to talk to. You'll check Instagram, Facebook, Craigslist, Instagram again, you'll shop for something you don't need, you'll check your horoscope on two or three different websites, you'll consult the I-Ching Online to see if you're making the right decisions. The whole time, you're thinking, hard. Somewhere in there, you'll put your pencil to paper, and work. Its a desk job with the typical shoulder pains that come with looking down and favoring one hand too much. There are failures upon failures, fears of failure, tedious moments of tenuous ascent, building up an image, carving something, anything, from the looming whiteness of the blank page. Eventually, from the nothingness, an idea comes to fruition. Success! And boy did you earn it.