Another sick day in the drought of creativity.
Why is it that when I have time on my hands, I cannot create anything of substance?
I've got my drawing pencils out, my sketchbooks, my journals, my favourite books but nothing seems to inspire me. Nothing seems to manifest in my work. I'm creating mediocrity between naps and puppy cuddles.
I know my focus should be sleeping, drinking fluids and taking it easy, but it's not easy when I have a creative to do list that's begging to have a couple items crossed off of it.
Maybe tomorrow will be more productive.
-Brandolyn
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