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Is there such a thing as an Artist’s block?
I mean writers have the infamous Writer’s Block, why can’t artists have one? Lol.
I’m probably just stressing over the fact that I haven’t doodled, sketched or painted in what feels like decades. Not that I think my drawings are good or anything, it was kinda nice when I drew… stuff. Kind of makes you forget about your problems. It was one way to keep myself busy or whatever, to keep me from “drawing” on myself.
It was probably why most artists went crazy.
It’s probably why I AM crazy…
I keep thinking of what I did to change things. As far as I’m concerned, I’m still depressed, still bored, still tired and I’m still messed up… so why can’t I pick up the pencil and draw something… or anything?
So well anyhoo, here I am staring at an empty page in my sketchpad, hoping that this would pass or whatever.
DramaQueen files this under block bored, whatever
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A Poem
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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