Every time I pick up pencil to draw, I remember all the incomplete drawings I need to finish for other people, plus my eternal frustration on designing my new fursona because she just WONT GET OUT OF MY HEAD ALREADY,
and I simply end up putting the pencil back where it was. :I
Adding all the stress of my thesis film as well, which makes art my prison instead of my escape, and I just end up too sad to draw. I've lost a lot of confidence in my art too. I don't like anything I draw these days...
But despite all that, I will keep trying. Just wanted to take this out of my chest somewhere.