So a thought has been going through my head as I read something about San Diego Comic Con. (naturally everyone won't shut up about it... lol just teasing. Going next year).

I read that there are 250,000 people that attend the show every year. Lets say that again.... Two Hundred and Fifty Thousand People!! Now, I sit here, working on my sketch cards trying to raise money for my other shows this fa...ll... and it hits me... Can you imagine not just $100, not just $50, not just $20 or even $5.... but can you imagine $1 from each of those people? Just $1 would buy me a house (I'm looking at the $80,000 to $150,00 range), a new reliable car and give me enough money to put aside for all three of my kids for their college fund in 11-13 years.

So, now you can see the urge, the impulse and the drive a lot of us creators have with wanting to make the next-best thing for people to buy. And for me, all I would want is 250,000 people to believe in a $1 item. Or half those people to buy something $5. A 1/3rd to buy $20 prints.

There is a lot more to it. I welcome anyone's thoughts. Keep it civil if there are conflicting ideas. But don't hesitate to brainstorm, expand this though, give your own thoughts. This is what people like me love about starting your own business. Not getting rich, but doing what we love and having venues to make a living while doing it.

Happy Monday morning everyone.

So... a follow-up from last night's post: during dinner last night my back started hurting. At first it was just uncomfortable and that is usually as far as it has been going these days. I excused myself from the table and tried to take some Ibuprofen. Too late, the pain progressively got worse and worse. So I went back and thanked those who came to dinner and had to go lay down.

Then it happened for the 2nd time in my life - I had a panic attack. My chest and lungs started freaking out from the back pain and I couldn't breath very well. I started pacing my room (what floor space I have left in my room) and then tried laying down again... and nothing was helping. So I sucked up my pride and gently walked down the hall and asked my roommate for help.

To be honest... I don't remember much after that. I vaguely remember Icy-Hot and a heating and cooling treatment while also calming my breathing until the pain finally went away. Next thing I know, I wake up thinking I'm late for work. It was 5:30am. Which is exactly the time I normally wake up for work. So thankfully it all worked out. But what a scare.

Now, I remember reminding myslf that some people go through this every day. And so as I sit here this morning feeling somewhat better and start to reflect, I find myself wanting to keeep on pushing. Try to make things better. Work as hard as I can to accomplish what I want in life.

This weekend was supposed to be yet another weekend of hard work and payout with sharing artwork and updates with everyone. And once again, I let things go. I wanted so very much to finally be caught up. I'm not. I wanted so very much to share new pages and new art designs. I didn't. But... I still refuse to give up.

So why do I say Happy Monday morning, despite all these issues? Because, why the hell should I give up when I still have so much I want to do. That isn't a question. That is a statement. I will never give up and I will continue to move forward as much as I can.

I'm going to be attempting a second Blog today to go along with some fund raising I need to do. This will go with more updates for gregscottbailey.com as well as updates on mocktales.com. So stay tuned for more. I'm going to be doing this on my lunch break and then post after I get off work tonight.