How to find the women you aren’t meeting now but want to. — This morning I had every good intention to keep going on my novel, even though I should really get down to my art studio because that is where real income happens. But I surfed Medium for amusement instead. Clicked an interesting headline. I Work In Porn. I Know Why So…

Surefire guide to selling non fiction much better than I do Slugs are winning the race against sales of my memoir. It’s engaging, well written and floats far out there in a vast ocean of reading material. Not unusual when you consider that 2.5 million titles are released worldwide each…

Thriving as a creative: Skill, passion & uncountable hours are not enough I know how to freelance. My last regular paycheck was in 1982. I still miss those like I miss the palm trees of California. It’s a fruitless yearning that needs occasional snapping out of. How? Maturity has rewritten…

I was triumphant. I broke even in three months… but not from book sales. I have made my living as a freelance artist and designer since 1982 and still do. Two years ago I wanted to be a writer as well, so penned my memoir. The Incompetent Psychic turned out…

Finale of this illustrated companion to my memoir Everything worthwhile is the connection each of us has with love. All the rest is matter that doesn’t matter so much, no matter how Ah hem… We interrupt this conclusion for a moment with a gentle reminder. Yes, Mernie does have a committee of beings who help her out. You do as well. You very possibly have an entire chorus of angels and sprites who act as your guides. Some are connected to infinite wisdom and power. Some are impish. Their practical jokes aren’t always funny, but they do serve to keep you humble. It’s okay to laugh at them, and certainly okay to ask questions. Making sincere requests for aid is possible anytime, anywhere. Mernie hollering up at the moon with her checkbook is not perhaps the best example to emulate. We hear her. Your guides hear you. We are all here to help each other.

Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic I’ve come to believe that what makes great art timeless is a creator’s intention to convey the highest good. (I’m still practicing. Slowly. Over lifetimes.) By now I had hit my vitriol limit. To make Winny and Gaby shut up and leave…

Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic I had been beating my little boat upwind for some time now, slowly gaining distance from that frightening start-line on the day I stopped drinking long ago. I had rounded the far mark and eased the tension on all the sails. At…

Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic Ongoing optimism and no credit card debt had finally made being alive a wonderful place to be. More people were able to buy art again. Fruitful commissions were coming in so regularly I could pick and choose. There was a core group…