Draw. in The Devil Beneath My Feet

I’m gonna draw something today. I don’t know what. Inspiration well has run dry.

I might continue practicing spiders, or birds. Or maybe I’ll work on figures some more. God I miss knowing what the fuck I was doing. I’m gonna get it back, I refuse the alternative, flatly.

I’m gonna get up, shower, and throw laundry in. I’m gonna wash the sheets and then I’m gonna draw. Later I’m gonna take the dog for a bath.

That’s the whole itinerary today. I’m gonna spend a LOT of time drawing, arthritis be fucking damned.