What to do next?
My teardrop is completed as far as I can see, with my final project being the battery cage. I purchased a 2013 Subaru Forester (upgraded from a 2005 Subaru Impreza Outback Sport) to tow my camper. Have only purchased gas twice for it so far. Already have a 4 week camping trip booked for the summer. The dog will love it the entire time, but will also like getting back to his couch when we are done.
I finally published my ebook SPLINTERED DOORS on Amazon.com for Kindle. Just lowered the price from $3.99 to $2.99 yesterday to try to increase sales and get reviews. Ebooks live, and unfortunately die, by their reviews or lack there of. I've only sold 16 copies so far, but I guess that's better than none. This ebook is no longer available on the NOOK (update 7/8/13).
I accidentally sold four 16"x20" pictures to the Simonds-Sinon Regional Cancer Center in Fitchburg MA where my wife was being treated for breast cancer last summer. They asked my wife and I to be patient representatives on a beautification project for the cancer center, and I thought I was donating the rights for them to use some of my pictures in their main waiting rooms. Received a check for $320 in the mail a couple of months later as a "thank you" for letting them make copies for the center. I did not want to insult them by returning their "thank you"...so I put it in the bank.
I took up bullseye shooting this last year and now shoot competitively in a league. Basics are easy, aim...squeeze...shoot. They say it takes years to master the psychological side of the game.
So, camper, book, photography, competitive shooting...any suggestions as to what to do next to express my creative side? I can't remember a time in my life that I did not have at least one project going.
*When doing anything, if there exists no possibility of failure, then any feeling of success is diminished.
**The glass is neither half full nor half empty...it is simply twice as big as it needs to be.
***If at first you don't succeed, redefine success.
****When I die, I want to die like my grandfather, who died peacefully in his sleep. Not screaming like all the passengers in his car.