Day in the life of an artist

 

William is learning how to be an artist this summer. I make sure he works every day, regardless of whether or not the muse is with him. This evening, having been informed of a new deadline yesterday, he is spinning words into a pitch for a art exhibition for himself for next year. As always, these are long shots. It is tying him to his chair even though he'd rather be reading in the gazebo or watching a movie. Midnight will come soon and it will either be in or it won't be. The chances of success when you don't submit is zero. Fingers crossed.