A pox of ants sits upon our house.
I don't know how many people read this blog because of Strange Fiction, but if you've read the comic at any time during the past five months, you've noticed my productivity slide firmly down into nothingness. I haven't been able to draw lately. I find myself utterly unable to do anything beyond a small doodle.
Coupled with this is my inability to figure out how to get a decent amount of drawing time set aside for myself. There's been a huge increase in workload at my Day Job, which may be good for job security, but sure doesn't do much for my stress levels. We've also lost two employees who we don't seem to be replacing. All this has kept my small freckled nose slammed up against the grindstone. Between the extra time spent at work tying up loose ends and the commute, I rarely get home before 7. Since Ducky works until midnight most nights, that leaves me to put together dinner, which is almost always made from scratch, as we don't have the money to buy pre-prepared or processed foods. By the time I finish cooking, cleaning up the disaster zone my culinary adventures inevitably leave the kitchen, and straightening up the apartment (provided I have the energy). I have an hour, maybe an hour and a half to myself before I have to leave to pick Ducky up from work. After that, I get to spend an hour or so with my beloved before I'm so exhausted I'm falling asleep sitting up. Or before I get really grumpy, because I'm tired. Most times I get really grumpy.
So, yeah. Depression. Mourning. Stress. We've got it all on tap here at the House of Attercop, served tall, chilled and capped with a thick head. *sigh*
It's times like these that I wish I believed in god(s)/ess(es)/what-have-you. Light a candle and give it up to a higher power that knows and understands how things Should Be, and will somehow help my lost and confused ass get there.
P.S. We really do have ants at our house. Lots of them.
Coupled with this is my inability to figure out how to get a decent amount of drawing time set aside for myself. There's been a huge increase in workload at my Day Job, which may be good for job security, but sure doesn't do much for my stress levels. We've also lost two employees who we don't seem to be replacing. All this has kept my small freckled nose slammed up against the grindstone. Between the extra time spent at work tying up loose ends and the commute, I rarely get home before 7. Since Ducky works until midnight most nights, that leaves me to put together dinner, which is almost always made from scratch, as we don't have the money to buy pre-prepared or processed foods. By the time I finish cooking, cleaning up the disaster zone my culinary adventures inevitably leave the kitchen, and straightening up the apartment (provided I have the energy). I have an hour, maybe an hour and a half to myself before I have to leave to pick Ducky up from work. After that, I get to spend an hour or so with my beloved before I'm so exhausted I'm falling asleep sitting up. Or before I get really grumpy, because I'm tired. Most times I get really grumpy.
So, yeah. Depression. Mourning. Stress. We've got it all on tap here at the House of Attercop, served tall, chilled and capped with a thick head. *sigh*
It's times like these that I wish I believed in god(s)/ess(es)/what-have-you. Light a candle and give it up to a higher power that knows and understands how things Should Be, and will somehow help my lost and confused ass get there.
P.S. We really do have ants at our house. Lots of them.