Currently, there isnt a damn thing that has been going on in my life.
Its been dull, boring, uneventful, and basicly peaceful in fact.
Not that any of this is a bad thing. It is rather old way of life. Just sitting here, jack assing around. Not doing anything. Job interviews falling through. Business ventures setting themselfs on fire. Yes... yes.. Dramatic words. But Still none the less, isnt the point in writing one life, or feelings of something so boring and dull need spiced up?
So where was I yes. Jobs ... fine... hmmm.... eh.
Aside from all of that. I can not for the life of me think of the last time I have Drawn a damned thing. Its not that I dont have the images in my mind. Its not like I dont wanna put the pen/pencil to the the paper/tablet. Its one of two things that always defaults into my brain like a bad peice of code into my computer.
Your work sucks! or This is not how I see it in my mind.
Eh... Its like I want instant masterpieces from myself. Which in and of itself is a stupid idea.
So is my problem lack of motivation? or more so... my dislike for how my own work turns out.
and i have been playing so many games. Just inside the games, like there part of me.
Bah.... i am in a cluster fuck. Thats what it is. My mind just cant iron itself out