Devious Journal Entry

I have spent hours and hours on DeviantArt. It is crack-cocain. I think Mikie will really dig doing this himself once I explain to him what this site is like. When I asked hiim where people post and sell original art, he sighed, rolled his eyes, and said, "Deviant Art."

I said, "Why? What's wrong with it? Why don't we give it a try?"

He shook his head. "My stuff is so shitty compared to all that art. I mean, that is great art."

No, this isn't a place to sell art. This is a place to be an artist. Sometimes with other artists. You can be yourself. And it makes your best self want to come out. I've got to convince him to check this out again. He looks at art on his iPad all the time. I've seen him spend hours lying in bed flipping through art on Deviant Art. He made an account. Couldn't do it. But still looks at it now.

I'm a writer and a jeweler. What I love about making jewelry is the rocks. It really is all about the rocks. I like natural rocks. I want to play with them and make them something. So I landed on making and selling for low-profit sterling silver natural gemstone jewelry. I love it so much because I get rocks in the mail every few days.

I can spend 45 minutes in the middle of the day when I should be doing something else looking at rocks on Etsy and eBay. I'm really into the rockhound FaceBook pages, where I do most selling, and hell, 45 minutes. I'm lying. It could be 4 hours. I'll look at rocks. Google about the rock. If one stands out and all I have is $4, I'll get on Ebay and look for it in Jaipur, India.

Mikie is like that with art--all arts. He's a fabulous musician, too, and we have fun writing together. I play, too. Making visual art seems to be the art he enjoys the best, and looking at it, putting it all over the house. Getting new, moving old. Nothing gets thrown away, ever. He also loves movies, and sometimes will almost have himself talked into doing a movie review and arts topics YouTube channel, but he'll psych himself out. 

Anyway, I'm the demanding woman of the house, I will insist he makes a journal entry or a scribble sometime tomorrow. He probably won't, but he might...and if not tomorrow, I'm good at nagging. Half my family is Irish.

Thanks for reading my ramblings.