Oh, I hate to admit it but, ...............

There are times, when the creative process becomes stuck.  I really hate to admit that sometimes, it's just not there.  I have ideas in my head, but getting down to work is well, just about, almost, semi impossible to do.  I lost my work space sometime ago and most of my craft supplies and beads are in the garage.   I hate having to lug my beads in and out.  I use the dining room table as my work space.   Plus, we are in the process of trying to cut down on clutter and move(I am guilty of most of the clutter, but it is good clutter)  Most crafters know, that when you pick up an item, you might not use it then, but it will serve a purpose sometime later, right?  Right!

To make matters worse, I have a show coming up very soon,  and I need to make product.   I see earrings, bracelets and necklaces in my head, swirling around.  I think maybe my get up and go, got up and went(if you happen to see it, send it back home, I miss it).  I work a full time job.  I am at work, itching to get home and start creating.  As soon as I hit the door, all the fight leaves my body.  I cannot hide out on the Internet the whole day.  I cannot go shopping any more.  I've got beads strings that need to be taken apart. I need to sorted and put things into containers.  I need to organize, shuffle and rearrange my stuff, and try to stay focused. 

 OK, I think I am ready to tackle some jewelry now.  I can feel it.  The tidal wave of creative juices flowing.  Oh, just as soon as I finish watching the end of this movie.   It's a start.

I AM JUST GETTING STARTED

Here is my history lesson. If you read my profile, then you know, I started making jewelry about 20 years ago. I remember my first craft show. I stayed up all night, nervous about how my designs would appeal to a viewing crowd. I sold out of earrings(that was all that I made) and I only made 30 earrings. I sold them for $3.00 each. The craft show only cost me $5.00 I was very green at the time. I had a red cloth for the table and no other adornments. No business cards, no signs or displays. Just jewelry. I was hooked. For me it was a heady rush. Seeing those women oh and ah over something I created with my own two hands. I entered every craft show I could find and afford. I made some money and lost some money. The last time I did a craft show, I made 75 cents(the booth rental was $25.00 plus other expenses). I cried like a baby, vowing to stop making jewelry and get a job. I did get a job, but I did not stop making jewelry. I just channeled my boat in another direction. I have learned so much since my first craft show and I still learning. If it was not for that 75 cents that I made, I would not be where I am at today. Someone once told me to get a real job, since I was not making the kind of money I wanted to make with my creations. No, I have not made my business, my dream into the giant I want it to be, and I have had some successes and failures along the way. But what I have and treasure the most, is sense of me and who I am and what I can do. I have had so many doors slammed in face, so many people have let me down, maybe somebody else would have given up a long time ago. I have always told my children if they can say one thing about me, it is this - I might cry tonight, but I will get up in the morning with a smile and try again. I have to go now. I hear the beads calling meeeeeeee.