IAN’s POV :
- - - - - Three Months Later - - - - -
This is a piece of crap.
Staring at the half-painted canvas in front of me, I groaned internally and threw the brush in the can. I picked up the canvas and threw it in the garbage pile. This one wasn’t gonna go anywhere either.
Lately, I was feeling a bit off with my work. Don’t get me wrong, these past few months living with Emma was the best time of my life, but in terms of my creative work, I was hitting a wall.
It’s funny, I did some of my greatest work when I was feeling like s**t. But when I’m feeling great, my work was s**t.
The great thing about working at this school was that I only need to teach for a couple of hours a day and I could use the rest of the day and their state-of-the-art facility to focus on
