sugarpill

I am not drawing enough. That much is clear.

Every once in a while I'll find someone's drawings or artwork and they'll be just stunning. And I mean that- stunning. I'll sit there and stare at them, in awe, and I'll wonder what the hell am I doing with my life?

When I calm down I realized you can't compare the two. Most of the stuff I really like is done in illustrator, or with a tablet, or some high tech computer voodoo. I'm still scribbling away with pencils, on paper. So really, it's like apples and oranges. I shouldn't feel so bad about my stuff.

Maybe it's not my stuff that I feel bad about- make it's the fact that I'm not drawing like I used to. I mean, I used to spend hours drawing every day. Now I'll go for days without touching a pencil. Stunning artwork is really just a reminder, something telling me that I've been neglecting my own artwork.

I can make a list of all the things I've been doing instead of drawing. In fact, I have. I just need to draw. Just do it. I should probably be drawing, and not sitting here typing away about how I'm not drawing.

I need to start getting up early instead of sleeping until 11 or noon. I need to start doing my Morning Pages again. I just need to start drawing again.

And while I'm talking about things in my life that I've been neglecting, what the hell happened to my libido?