So... I haven't been around in a while.
You got me. I've been slacking. Just been sitting around on my giant, cushy chair, popping bonbons in my mouth and watching the world go by. That's how I roll.
Actually, I don't own a cushy chair and I'm pretty sure I have never eaten a bonbon. And I haven't been watching the world go by, though I have been utterly amazed as I've watched the time do so. Anyway, here's what's been going on:
As I mentioned previously, Amy's been out of a job. After settling into being home all day, she immediately began creating a website, updating her portfolio, and applying for new positions. These activities wouldn't have much of an affect on me and this blog if we had more than one computer. But we don't, and so I have deferred to her needs, which are greater than my own. After all, I can print all my reference out as necessary and do whatever else I need to do in order to open up the computer for her use.
This sacrifice, unfortunately, has included giving up on updating this blog nearly as regularly. In fact, it's been an embarrassingly long time since last I typed anything up and published it. But, in my defense, I've been busy and without a computer to call my own. Not to mention all the stress.
What stress you ask? Simple. During the job search, it became clear early on that there was nothing in the Boston Metro Area for Amy. Not even so much as a freelance job. There being no means of keeping us afloat otherwise, she was forced to begin searching outside of Boston for employment. This meant that we would be moving. Again. But where and when became a huge mystery, and trying to figure out how that would impact my deadline-ruled life began to become an issue.
The good news is that after a few months of leg work and interviews the possibilities are beginning to narrow. We're very close now to answering those two questions and the stress of not knowing has been replaced with the stress of the impending reality. While moving isn't the end of the world, it does cause me a bit more stress than it does Amy. Whereas she gets to escape the sea of boxes during the day and go to work, I am forced to live among them and hammer a studio back into some serviceable condition before I can even begin to relax.
Of course, much of what I just spoke about is irrelevant and has no bearings on the blog. At least I thought it didn't. But it turns out that my stressed mind doesn't always think straight, is flustered easily, and is far less efficient at editing text. Plus, the case remains that I am still sharing a computer — in fact, I was only able to put this post together while Amy was out having the car inspected.
So when's this all going to end and correct itself? Soon, I hope. Certainly by the end of January. In the meantime I hope to hammer a couple of articles begun a while back into some sort of shape that's worth reading. Plus, once I've gotten a chance to get my personal piece fixed up and photographed, I'll have the daily progress shots for you all to check out and heckle. It's important to note, though, that I haven't burned out on my blog or run out of ideas. In fact, I have a bunch of stuff I want to write about, and I shall endeavor to do my best to get back into the swing of things and make that happen.
For now, I'm just going to have to be content with a life full of painting, very little writing, and no bonbons.