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Wednesday 23 January 2002

I'm up early to go for a walk - except now it's raining and M called to cancel in the sleepiest of sleepy voices, so my motivation is fading fast. It's been a week of sleeping badly and working hard and I am feeling a little cross-eyed. I'm doing the illustrations for some readers that kids in grade three or four will go through together in class as they learn to read. I have finished two and sent them off to the publisher, now I have another two to complete.

So January is busy. But February? Not busy. I have two small jobs to do in the first couple of days and another one or two that need chasing up and then a big gaping hole of nothingness... I have been committing freelancer sin - that is being lax with my marketing. My big rule that I set when I first started this gig a year or so ago (apart from"no day time television") was that no matter how busy I am at any given time, I must spend one day a week marketing - preparing mail outs, chasing up potential clients, ringing publishers etc. I have had my head stuck in the sand as I draw little kids finding bugs in the backyard.

So February will be a month of marketing which will include updating clairetown (although I am beginning to wonder if I should somehow bring it and loobylu together so that I am updating only the one site. Not sure how I will actually do that though - but I haven't looked at clairetown since October last year... it seems that more work comes to me through Loobylu anyway... hmmm).

I have had another driving lesson which managed to scare the beejezus out of me - it involved a lot of traffic, inner city craziness and my instructor having to use his break pedal as I failed to notice a red light. Nice one.

I need something new to read. I am feeling less and less inclined to read through the third book of the Lord of the Rings - too many kings, too many battles. It was read to me as a kid with my dad doing all the voices and somehow all this epic massing of armies took on a different feel - either that or it was easier to sleep through.

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