I'm not sure what to write about anymore

Nor am I sure what to draw. Or photograph. Or what monologue to memorize, or what song to practice singing....
Pooh.

I hate artist blocks, don't you?
They're painfully unproductive,
and you end up hating yourself until it's over with.
And then you hate that you hate yourself
but can't do anything about it
until you get that bit of art
(crappy as it will probably be)
squeezed out of your cinderblock brain
and put onto paper or...somewhere

:)

Emma/Yun spam