THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG ENTREPRENEUR

You plan out your week into perfect hour

segments. You start with daily exercise,
followed by breakfast. Next, plan the day.
You think through, and incorporate, the small

adjustments that always come up every
time you put your plan onto paper. You
plunge into answering your emails, the
spam ttrashing, and fighting off the pop-ups.

That will be for later after THE WORK.
You bookmark them and struggle through the horror
news-of-the-world-stories, wondering what
diseased brain has to compile this junk every

hour on the hour. THE WORK, has its own
jealous requirements and you unscramble
your mind, unlatch the doorway to your soul,
and penetrate the spirit that first buzzed,

and confirmed your affinity to the
creative act. Time stands still as you fire
inspirational synapses of your
personal memories places and pain.

The minutes turn to hours. You are lost
in your passion of life creating joy.
It’s time for marketing. Your accountant
has told you to spend at least forty percent,

of your business life in ‘selling of your tail’!
It’s boring. It’s so…so… uncreative!
But it’s the business of doing business.
Nobody in America ever

says, ‘he was a marketing fool, but a
artistic genius’! It’s usually the other
way around. The title genius is
Never connected with the creative

Act anymore. You rush to pick up your
Child from school, while decomposing the thoughts
That sordid marketing has inflicted
On your creative moments. You’re late. She

Grumbles, and you blame your distraction on
The Iraq conflict that floods your TV.
A week has gone by. You’ve emailed your cards
Religiously. You forced yourself to deal

With the marketing Neanderthal brute.
You wait by the phone. You double clutch your
Mail. You even befriend the mail person
As you dawdle patiently for dreamed of

Checks to come sluicing through your mail box. You

Are working for yourself! You have more time

To yourself than the President of the

United States. You’re passionate about

Your art-business. You’re unique. Your neighbors

Envy you. Your friends avoid you. Every

Home-based online telemarketer has

Your number in their rolodex. You are

Hit with opportunities everyday –

Real and imaginary! You are a

Juggler with invisible twirling

Batons, tight-rope-walking across hope and faith