Mr. Wurst Is Selling His Nuts

I have been an artist since I was four. In 2011, while in a position where I wasn’t creating new art, I decided to use my skills as a publisher and write a novel. I have always been able to imagine and tell wild stories, plus sometimes I feel I see ghosts. Oh,

I should tell you, I’m an old man who intends to be around for another thirty years. So I have got some getting done to do. You know what I mean?

I decided I need an income to support my writing. Today, in order to survive, I have been selling all kinds of things. I sell CBD, because it works, tee shirts with my designs on them, greeting cards with my artwork, my current original artwork, and novels.

This is my hometown. Christ had to leave home to convince people he was who he said he preached he was. But I won’t leave my ancestral home. So to help me pay the bills, I am now selling my nuts. Ouch. Damn that smarts.

I started a line of “Flavored Nuts”. Being an artist I designed the packaging, and ordered bulk flavored peanuts and tree nuts. I sell these two ounce packages at my local Farmers’ Markets. They sell, but they keep me busy too.

I have three novels that I am currently writing and they all need completion. I have been calculating a timeline to get them done. It will require dedicating several hours a day to writing, then I should be able to have them done in six months, That is, if I have income to supplement my social security. And yes, I know I should have been like everyone else and saved a nest egg. I didn’t. I am an artist. I sell art, make money, spend money. Shit happens, and then when it is more important than my savings, I use my nest egg. Like millions of my peers, I live day to day.

Thank you all for being there to carry me over the the finish line. I do have a lot to say, I just need to find the right place to tell my story. In stories, I’ve told. In paintings, I’ve done. Words…

See you on the tracks.

W