And then again, sometimes it's not...
I feel like the artist in me is taking a break without my permission. There are days when I feel like writing, or drawing, or creating, but when I try to get into it, there's just nothing there.
I've been meaning to write something, just anything really. Words are easier for me to tap into than lines and meticulous shapes these days. By "these days," I mean the last few years. And I don't necessarily mean anything good, but in the past, writing has always been a good place for me to stir up something creative to get me started.
School's over with, which is great. I feel good about my performance and wh