Tax time.
Not generally a festive time for the self employed artist. I never seem to get caught up.
So, "I owe, I owe, it's off to work I go."
That means it's commission time here at the fabulous Zed estate. I'm burying my dignity and cutting my prices for a week or two. Anything your heart desires. Just write me. Honest mister, I need the dough ya know say thankee.
I'll pick up the first few that I can reasonably expect to finish before the deadline.
I'll work my butt off, sweat bullets, hoe my row, give it my best shot, get in there swinging.
Give us a ring eh?
Seriously.
Very seriously.
Operators are standing by.
Oh, a few things of interest in the days to come.
M.Z.
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