Whinge post alert...
So the block still looks like this.
Notice how there is no excavation? No slab? No nothing? Yep that's right, a big fat nothing has happened. This person needs that piece of paper and that person needs that piece of paper... blah blah blah. I tell ya, it's killing me.
At the moment I seem unable to do much more than wait and imagine. I'm not being creative, I'm not excited, I'm not anything. Winter has seeped into every corner of my being and turned me into some kind non interesting sloth monster. The children who seem to be constantly revolving a plethora of illnesses, the never-fucking-ending house work and ever present menial chores are driving me insane. Some days I feel like just getting in my car and driving away and not coming back. There I said it.
I wish I could sit in a studio for hours- BY MY SELF- and just make stuff.
There I said it. Meh.