I’m totally stuck in a slump. I’m worried about everything and spinning my wheels getting nowhere. Everything Ive drawn has become dark.
I stopped drawing it even though I had these images in my head. Finally I decided to get them out of my head and on paper hoping to move forward.
I got it out. Almost all of it out. I could tell it kept coming. More darkness. I got sick of it and didn’t want to see it anymore.
So now I’m stopped.
I’m completly dead in the water. No ripples, no breeze, no sound just deafening silence all around me
The black pen had always been my escape, my hope, my voice and now nothing is coming out. My inkwell is dry.
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