Today contained the entertaining moment, around fourish, when I suddenly realized that I have a convention in ONE WEEK and have prepared minimally to not at all. I have plenty of originals, but they're expensive originals--I need the small ones, 'cos they're the big sellers. (Which is why I always have to replace them, alas.)
I have not gotten my print stock anywhere near neccessary levels.
The one thing I have managed to do was the one thing that required someone else to expend a lot of effort--namely getting an order with the incomparable Ellen, so that I can sell Stuff in addition to art. So even if my computer explodes tomorrow, I'll still have stuff for the table. But the prints are generally where I turn the significant profits, so with a grunt, I fired up Ye Olde Printer and began what promises to be a week of relative panic.
On the bright side, the swamp has--not receded, but at least is holding, as I wait for confirmation on sketches, and so cannot proceed anyway, and thus may paint small lizard slug-charmers and whatnot without guilt.
I'll be running a booth there this year, and Peter S. Beagle is a guest! He *NEVER* does cons!