It has been quite some time since I blogged.

It is not exactly my interest in blogging has waned, I am actually a habitual blogger ever-since I was a child.

Well, not exactly that either, when I was young, I kept diaries which are abandoned after a streak of writing and new ones started.

Writing to me has been a form of therapy. I could use whatever words I want in which ever structure, form and since its in my own handwriting, I can even write upside down. Nobody gives a fuck.

Ever-since I finished my BA in Fine Art and Contemporary Writing, I perhaps better understood the "contempt" in Contemporary Writing and that the little horrors I discovered during the BA gave me perhaps more than just a phobia for writing anything, anymore.

More than a few times, I had writing jobs passed on to me, but I referred them to others because I pretty much totally lost my confidence to write after the course.

Why? Closer friends would know my reasons, but it had to do with a certain somebody, liquid-papering out a remark he made in one of my drafts. Worst still, is that I had nobody to turn to for writing inspiration and I was constantly bombarded with hypocritical aspects about writing that until today, I do not understand.

All this and throw in this 3 jobs problem.

Ever-since my residency at Hong Kong (with a week's stint in reservist, immediately after that) I have been effectively working 3 jobs.

1. Part-Time Sales Staff @ a games shop selling board-games.
2. Consignment based miniature painter
3. Assistant for Susie when she runs her assembly programs.

There is a 4th "job" but it has ceased to be one. Art making and the role as an artist is pretty much relegated as part of my "hobby" which I integrate into my "lifestyle" now.

There is no such thing as being an Artist as a job. Artist is not an occupation. Anybody who says it is, is just because they are making lots of money of it.

Being an Artist is a way of life. It is a state of being. More often then not, a state of being inspired.