Sometimes I wish I had a second set of arms so I could get more done. No what I really need is to win the lottery so I can sit on my butt all day and draw. Not have to worry about food and bills and various other pesky things.
There seems to never be enough hours in the day. I feel as I can never produce enough as if I’m in some sort of race with…someone. While working on one piece, I’ll be thinking about another, then sometimes I’ll go do that. But then no I need to finish this first… I end up wasting more time waffling about then doing anything productive! >.<
Then there are the days I don’t do any art at all. Can’t be arsed. Nope not interested. I feel guilty then. Yeah I know craaazy! I should be doing something. Not wasting my time… Then I get all moody and flounce about. No wonder so many creative types have some sort of bad habit. They are tortured! TORTURED! I’m not too tortured though. Maybe first-world tortured, thankfully. Yes I’m thankful, so I’ll shut up now! :D
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