The days are all rolling into one. I don't seem to need to sleep anymore. So I have had to take note of the rising of the sun to mark my days.
I have been painting regularly and it seems that I have not progressed in that skill for many days. I think I have taken it as far as I can go. My paintings are selling for massive amounts now, to the mysterious collector. Perhaps one day, when I can leave this place, I will see my works on gallery walls. That in itself seems so peculiar. I have come to think of there being no world but these four walls and my garden. Remembering the outside world comes on my suddenly, like a forgotten dream.
With the painting producing many many simoleons I have turned my attentions to the garden. The plants too are becoming more than just friends, creating a lucrative source of income. Although sometimes I feel I am wasting too much time on them when I could be making more on the paintings. It is so difficult to know what is the best course of action to take.
I have discovered the art of grafting plants together and through my research and trial and error I have been able to perfect the art of growing bonsai bushes.
My initial reaction has been that I could while away some of the blues with some creative pruning. But then I discovered that Sims will pay good money for a quality bonsai tree, when potted and ready to go. So I endeavoured to set up an online business selling bonsai trees.
My plan worked perfectly until I hit a road block. Suddenly, once my bushes became of superb quality I could no longer make them into potted bonsais. They just died straight away. I had to put my business on hold while I attempt to grow some lesser quality bushes.
This has not been an easy task. My seed producing plant and those required to graft a new one are all of too high a quality and keep producing superb, albeit useless, bonsai plants.
I have had to send away for new seeds of the required grafting plants and start from scratch. But it will take a while. And I have no idea if I should be dedicating this kind of time to something which could in the end prove to be a fruitless endeavour.