Wi-fi was out for a whole day yesterday (Monday). I needed to turn off wi-fi and attach the ethernet cable directly into my laptop in order to be able to re-install OS X Yosemite to restore the laptop into its original settings. The laptop had gotten really slow and burdened and a fresh erase-and-reinstall often does the magic. (I am quite fortunate to have been gifted a basic grasp of software things so I have been able to get by on wits alone with all my gadgets and computers. I can troubleshoot well enough that I have been saved from a lot of trips and fees to the service centres.)
The download was going well until it was past six in the evening when I had to unplug the ethernet to restore wi-fi because I was close to tilting into some form of insanity not being able to complete certain tasks that required being online (shop stuff, coordinating with customers, doing research). Hence the laptop is still not functional, but I've decided to try again later in the week.
My brain has been on fireworks since Friday, and it has been on a bit of a high.
Let me backtrack a bit.
On Thursday night I wrote this, out of despair:
On the same day I also had to deal with The Elusive Strawberry which aggravated my frustrations. I posted this entry on my Wordpress blog:
Right after I wrote the red light piece, my dad came home with a tub of strawberry ice cream. (Yay!)
On Friday morning, the following day, I met up with a dear friend (and art patron) for breakfast. And in many small ways, the green lights started to flicker amidst the tangled strings of reds and yellows. (No, actually, the green lights started to stir even while I was still in the cab, during the one-hour drive to where we were supposed to meet. When I got to the cafe, I immediately scribbled down my thoughts while I waited for my companion.)
The seed of the idea was to explore Big Data Analytics and to find a breakthrough trailblazing path through the heart of it. Much like what i did with traditional qualitative research and redefining how it was done, which carved me a pretty impressive career in the old days . This is dayjob matter. But it is possibly a dayjob opportunity that I can tolerate and earn from while I strengthen my art work. The idea is a tangent off my original dayjob work which gives me some strong foundation and wisdom, but it also offers me a way to do a dayjob differently -- basically redefine things again, while also being able to offer something within my skill sets. The long work I need to do for this is some deep research and study on how to go about it. I need to be able to show something to ask for the kind of pay I want. I need to convince potential clients to invest on it with me. It is an experiment and a bit of a gamble. But the gains are promising. I want to give it a good try.
I plan to do the Big Data work this week, likely start later in the day after I've taken care of art work and a bank errand. It's too late at this point for anything I do dayjob-wise to magically conjure a chunk of income but if this exploration succeeds I shall be reaping the rewards sooner rather than later. Send me some positive energies!
Saturday was spent dealing with The Case Of The Devoured Paint. And catching up on a few administrative tasks, and shop stuff, and painting patron tokens.
The Case of the Devoured Paint was solved by a quick consultation with the local watercolour community. The culprits are insects -- silverfish bugs (often found in lots of paper files and books, especially old paper which I have a lot of because of my books), or even termites if the storage is near possibly infested wood. I just need to store paintings as soon as they are dry. Honestly, it was a relief to find out that this was the cause, because then I know exactly how to deal with it, and it would not be difficult (just labour-intensive). I was more concerned when I thought it might be the paper or the paint.
Sunday was doing a Mind Sweep, putting things in order. Afternoon was meeting up with another dear friend for coffee and brainstorming on her thesis and our dayjob options. Evening was an impromptu dinner out with the family, initiated by my dad who suddenly felt like eating out. It was the first time in many years that this has happened again.
Monday I worked all day on the poetry book, following the guidelines provided by the printing service. i cannot print in colour so I have to make all illustrations black and white. The book is actually almost finished -- I just need to complete the illustrations, and I don't really have to start from scratch for all because I can already use some existing finished works.
Today is doing a bucketful of small tasks, a bank errand, a grocery errand. Then finishing a commission that needs to be sent out this week. Then putting in hours of research and study for the potential dayjob path.
As usual I have no clear sight of the next two hundred miles, but I only need to see enough to keep me moving forward. I am still on the path less traveled, so that's a good thing, right?