I was pretty sure I was ready to get back to doing photoshoots, back around the end of May. The Universe had other plans.

With my son getting married back on the East Coast in June and my Pop’s health declining rapidly, and then the rise of the Δ COVID variant, as well as some challenging days for my own spine, it just couldn’t happen. The wedding was lovely, I’m on the upswing, I think, most days, and… well… there’s just not much I can do for my Pop but call and talk to him every couple of days. I still don’t like the idea of public interaction, even vaccinated and masked, since a large segment of the population is actively working to evolve a fucking super-virus.

But just before the pandemic broke, I had taken some deposits on photoshoots in order to fund the last of my car repairs. (I had to completely rebuild her engine from the block up!) I finished those repairs just as all hell broke loose, so I obviously couldn’t make good on those deposits right away, and assumed I’d be able to do so sometime this year. I hadn’t counted on the fact that almost half the population of this country is made up of fucking morons. Those deposits are outstanding, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to fulfill those obligations.

So misgivings or no, I need to get back behind the camera with people on the other side of the lens, to at least refund those deposits. I don’t know how I’m going to manage it, but starting all over from scratch with no client base and in a brand new city feels daunting as hell. I’m feeling pretty overwhelmed about it, but I have to figure out how to live in a much more expensive area of the country, y’know?

Also, I really need to get out and make some new friends locally. In the whole city, I know like three people, and I spend almost all my time with one of them. She’s probably about ready to trade me in for a dog, I imagine. I’ll bet she names him Notlouis.

Anyway, I guess maybe now it’s sort of time to get back to work? oh yay. marketing…