Jackhammer in My Brain

Aargh. The neighbor is jackhammering concrete. I can’t think straight. I can’t even think crooked. And there’s a porta-potty up there…that does not bode well for quickly finishing this project. I can only play my music so loud while trying to copyedit.

In other news, I reordered the post-it on my computer that lists all the art deadlines I’m working on at the moment. There are 9 things…well, that’s not true…there are 10 things, because I forgot one and had to do 2a between 2 and 3. If I were really truly anal, I would redo it, but I know it will change yet again, so I didn’t. I don’t have a real due date for one of them too…I had it for October, but someone told me it was August. I hope not.

I’ve done a pre-drawing for number 5 on the list. I’m currently working on number 1 and I’ve started number 2. Number 6…well, I’m debating that one. I have a few pieces that would work for it…but I wanted to do a new one. With the addition of some deadlines that go with the solo show, I might need to revise. It’s lovely to say the show is a year away, but images and lists of work are less than a year away. So yeah. I do plan all this stuff out. And then try to figure out how to be my own creative self within all of that. That’s somewhat more difficult. And I think I left a few deadlines out. Fuck.

I did finish one chapter yesterday…and sent it off. Kitten likes to supervise. Ugh. I was supposed to do the next chapter today, but the jackhammering is totally throwing me off.

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I started cutting stuff out last night…didn’t get far. I just find it hard to sit and watch TV without doing something, because these deadlines are looming over me. And because I don’t like to waste time just doing one thing. Unless it’s reading. I can Just Read.

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And then after TV time (which was really dinner with that guy who puts up with my crazy and puppy bites), I came in here and ironed a crane…a crane that had over 100 pieces in it.

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I wanted to do some in the afternoon, but I was mentally dead. In fact, I have no idea what I did in the afternoon. Cleaned stuff up. I even bagged up all the stuff for the thrift shop, some of which had been there for a year. Seriously. What did I do? I ran an errand. I don’t even know.

I have more errands for today, which is good, because I can’t edit with this going on. Seriously, if I were going to be jackhammering concrete and I had my neighbor’s email address, then I would have emailed a warning…something like, hey, jackhammering Wednesday starting at 9 AM and going on for 17 days, so you should just move out now.

Here’s the pile. I didn’t clean it up. Oh, I also ironed kelp. The greens reminded me.

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I’m all the way up one arm to the shoulder. Octopus next. Then cactus. I’m almost done with the 1100s. Plus the others I’ve already done. Less than 800 pieces to go.

Here’s more to cut out. It took a couple of hours to iron the crane and the kelp.

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And then I couldn’t fall asleep. Which is the opposite of the night before, when I could fall asleep but woke up at like 4:30 AM and couldn’t go back to sleep. Sleep is just not my thang. I do it wrong. With this jackhammering thing going on, I would have been better off if I had gotten up and edited for a while.

Meanwhile, I’m trying to take two college chemistry classes online at the same time, which is interesting, because one explains the other. Sort of. It makes me feel kinda dumb sometimes, because I have a lot of “why” questions and not a lot of answers. Boychild says “because” and then tries to explain. I’m sure my facial expression tells him exactly what I’m thinking. And then I Google stuff and find out the rest of it. I’m a shitty college student. Now. I used to be a good one. Now there are so many other things I’d rather be doing. Like jackhammering my neighbor.

One Response to Jackhammer in My Brain

  1. Lynne Hodgman says:

    Been there with the jackhammering. And the tile-cutting. And the houses are very densely placed here. Three months. Basically under our bedroom window. At least it was only three months. But the barking dogs, 6 am to 10 pm — that has no time limit. I want to run away sometimes, but where?


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