where did the time go?

i had plenty of time to get a page done by friday in order to keep the rhythm of a weekly page post….

durp.

i have gotten this far on page 34 & 35. i did the inking one night when i woke up & dusty had disappeared. off to see his “just friends” ex-girlfriend…. i read my tarot. did some inking. tried to stay calm…. this is proof that i can remain productive in times of emotional upheaval. which is good, because if you are me, times of emotional calm are few & far between. however, the situation with the hello kitty stalker ex-girlfriend does continue to stress me out and distract me, making my creative process a bit clogged.

i have not gotten any more done.

also, dusty has been home all week so i am easily distracted. we went adventuring two of the days. we need to find a new place to live, so that takes up a lot of my brain space.

process. progress. i went and got some cedar incense–i am told it is good for grounding. i also got some sage to smudge our home and get all this bad fucking energy out of it. and candles–to burn with intent.

then maybe i can get more work done.

obsession, anxiety, and baby vomit

just finish inking page 31. how hard can it be? you’re already half done with the ink brush process….

ah yes, should be simple, right?

but, you see, dusty has this stalker ex-girlfriend. i have trust issues. and poppy has a stomach virus.

i did not sleep at all the night before last. not a wink. instead, i obsessed about seemingly incriminating love notes from the stalker chick and cleaned up baby puke. by the end of it all, i was puked on 12 times and had burned two pocketfuls of love notes while neurotically smoking cigarettes. i am not a smoker. i wanted to puke. the cigarettes? the deep, intense fear of betrayal? the baby’s stomach virus?

it’s a good thing i don’t actually have a katana.

page 31 remains sitting, not touched once for all my lack of sleep, half-finished on my desk.

but here’s a doodle i did the night before this ordeal began.