I have no idea what started it, but all of a sudden I want very badly to draw again. I want to pick up a pencil and actually draw like I used to. I was good, I could be better. I could do so much, but I need to actually DO it. Much like writing. Why do I find it so hard to motivate myself to do either of these things for anything other than fun? If I could get myself to do it seriously I could make money off of some of this stuff. If I got really serious about it. I should. I should at least sit down and color something in photoshop. But none of it feels comfortable.
Maybe that's my problem. I no longer have a space that is really my own to create in. Before I moved out I had that space. Now I don't. And I can't make it either because we have no space. Tiny apartments do not make for good places to have personal space.