Did I mention my career of being a tortured artist?!
Of course, I am not one to call myself and artist. More so, I have my-self convinced to be an aspiring one.
"If I already thought myself an artist, then how could I improve?"
So, as I push myself away from my drawing table, in bitter despise over my inability to draw... I look at my desk and see nothing but attempts to draw. To the wondering eye, they might actually be decent.
Of course I tear pages from my sketch book, enraged that I can not satisfy my biggest critique...
...Myself.
Am I unmotivated, uninspired, depressed, or just lazy?
Sure... I wish I could shit out a book on demand.
Maybe I will... when I'm ready
Sure... I wish I could shit out a book on demand.
Maybe I will... when I'm ready
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