Okay. I wasn’t gonna get into all of this, but it’s part of my process so here it is. We have Dave’s cousin staying with us because he needed a place to stay because he got himself into trouble (again). I didn’t want him here all of the times he needed a place and he would stay with other family members, but he burnt all bridges.
Finally, I gave in because for whatever reason I thought maybe, just maybe, he was sick and tired and ready to grow up.
He, we’ll call him H for Hemorrhoid…or Honey, whichever suits you, they both come from the same place. H lays around, watches tv and feels sorry for himself all day. This causes quite the strain on my creativity and productivity because I like to be alone when I work. I NEED to be alone when I work.
Anywho, when Dave gets home, H wants to sit with us and fucking complain about how much his life sucks and he doesn’t know why this is happening, blah, blah, fuckin’ blah!
Now—I am not known for my tolerance, patience or compassion for this kind of bullshit behavior. I’m all for self-pity for like five minutes to two days MAX! But beyond that, take your sorry ass and get the fuck out of my face.(Bless his heart).
Enough of that. So this brings us to my productivity level throughout the day. I have been on a pretty good streak lately and I’m determined to keep it up and not let this asshat have that much control.
Yesterday it was a battle between the obsession of pretend conversation that I was going to have with him and trying to quiet my mind enough to allow the creativity flow. Very unproductive. And then I get angry at the fact that this is renting all of this space in my head.
I was able to sand a little more of the project yesterday and got a few words out. Not very happy with myself about that.
Today, I was determined. I did my morning routine, went to the basement to sand for a while, then got on the hamster wheel. While I was running nowhere fast, the ideas started to come. It’s like Shay took on a life of her own and this information was being revealed to me. There were a few things that were really tragic and I loved it. So I have yet another chapter, that I swear I couldn’t have come up with on my own. I have no idea where it came from. This character has evolved. She is nothing like I thought she would be. It’s like she’s telling me who she is and I am so in love with her. She looks nothing like I had originally created and the story has exploded into something fantastic. Again, not what I would have written. So, I’m back on the happy train and life in the land of Gina is good once again.
Now to get my ASS to evolve to a smaller size…
Oh, and the French Culture…Not so fond of it anymore. The more I read, the less I want to be French.