You know recently I've been trying, and trying to draw something even a haphazard sketch would make me happy, and just now, while in flight to Gadgetzan from Orgrimar I realized...you just can't force it no matter what.

It's like I have all these images, all these ideas, thoughts and everything just rampaging through my head. Images of Goofeo flash by, scenes of Sergio streak by, Yuki stealing Sergio's Frappuchino. Vincent's bursting through a door, everything perfectly choreographed to a song in my mind.

And here I am, the pencil not responding, the paper not accepting. I've lost it somewhere, I'm not happy, yet I'm not sad. Though the Army likes to say I'm depressed. Now I'm just trying to figure this out. Not to mention, looking around and some people are posting things I don't quite agree with as art but hell, it's a free country no?