Not too long ago, I had aspirations of being an artist. I've always been in love with the concept of creation; making my own mythos, characters, ideas, words--this is a powerful, self-validating experience. Anybody who has have dabbled in anything creative can probably agree with me when I say that, when you're in the zone, pouring all your energy and thought over your canvas/paper/pc/etc., it can be a real rush.
It can also be grueling, frustrating, and soul crushing.
It's been a long time since I've felt ready to go back to art. The last handful of years have seen me moping and stagnating, dismissing any fetal ideas as pointless and not w