I have no excuse.

I've been drawing a little, but not nearly enough. Very often, I'll find it easier simply to lay down in front of the t.v. and watch rather than pull out my sketchpads. I have ideas in my head of art, but I can't rouse myself out of the all too easy apathy to make any headway. Part of it, at least, is just a feeling of all-consuming work taking the time I'd *like* to spend on art, but really it's the time that I should be working is the time that gets eaten by nothingness, so that work takes the time that I'd like to devote to projects and getting better.

Getting better. I suppose that is my goal, eventually. It's not hubris that made me realize that so late, so much as it is equal and opposite lacking of self-confidence and thinking too rapidly for my own good (not fast, mind you, rapid. Difference.).

Ah well, enough of this, back to work.

Josh