I love you young guys pooh poohing the idea. Sort of like the Africans ridiculing the hyena knowing that one day it may run by and bite their faces off. Burnout is when you simply dread the idea of opening the shop door or you get a piece half done and you force yourself to finish it. It's not the temporary thing like "I'll bag it overnight and get it tomorrow" type thing. When your backload is so great that it wears on you but you don't have sense enough to turn work away because the guy who calls has always been a faithful customer. I know of 3 personal friends who committed suicide and every one of them left a freezer full of work. Two of them I helped their wives move the stuff out. Richard and I have long agreed with an old diagnosis that said that all artists are bipolar. Taken to extreme, that malady kills people. You all have some days you can hardly wait until you open that shop door. Then there are days that you get nauseated when you reach for the keys. How many times have you wanted to take a piece and toss it in the trash? Never experienced that? Then you haven't been in business long enough. And before you start. Guys doing this as a second job need not respond. You always have a diversion and have the lesser of two evils to work with. Big shops deal with this all the time. The huge studios always have a big turnover of people. For years I'd beat it off by attending a convention or working for them. Then one day you realize that all the new innovations are simply restructured old ones. My OLD taxidermy friends have all commented on how I just walked away. When it happens to you, you'll find it extremely liberating. I still love to TALK taxidermy, but I'm not shortsighted enough to step back into it. And I'm happy some of you haven't a clue about burnout. I wish you well and hope you never do.