I think I'm ready to be an artist, mostly because I'm too chicken to be a writer. There are no internal expectations for me to be a good artist, so failing at it is no loss. Writing is scary; paints are fun. It seems like an easy choice to me. That and coming up with projects that keep me from thinking about writing again has become a great hobby.
So I'm going to think about it for a while and then be an artist for the new year. I'll still moonlight as a nurse by day... but I'm ready to be an artist by night. I'll start dressing like the art majors and carry around the big porfolio thing and talk about the art barn.
I'm officially taking requests and suggestions now. If you would like to be one of the lucky recipients of that which has not come to be, please let me know. I need a project.