A few days ago I was convincing myself that I should drop art altogether for an extended period of time -- ie: years. I've gotten to this point where I realized I'm not inspired to draw. Motivated? Sure. Dedicated? Yeah. Just not inspired. I don't know how to explain the thought process when I draw. It's less thought and more instinct, and when that instinct doesn't want to come out of its hole in the cosmos, drawing becomes an impossible task.

After a few days, though, I gave in and let myself do some sketching. Nothing great. The odd thing is that after all these years of drawing, there's so much basic stuff that doesn't come to me naturally. You'd think that after drawing a thousand arms I'd be able to draw one without having to think about it. The same goes for everything else. It's less that the pen's not doing what I'm telling it to do as it is me not knowing what to tell the pen to do, so it just goes and draws something stupid.

Anyway, (third paragraph starting with an A), I think I'll stick with it a while longer. I'm going to be branching out and trying new things, though. I really want to push myself to improve. Can I kick myself into gear to make it happen? I guess we'll see...

...I just realized how useless my journal entries are. Peh...