Just checking in...
/Dear Diary,
There are days when I don’t have anything to say. This is one of them. I just want to drop by to see how you are. I don’t have any pictures to show you today. I haven’t sketched for weeks, maybe months. Book #3 is bogged down. Working on it feels like walking through heavy mud that clings to my legs and gets heavier with every step, every day. But, I want to at least check in and say hello.
It’s 7 pm and I’m yawning. My tank is empty. I just want to do nothing for an hour, a day, a month. But, you know how it is. It’s always one foot in front of the other. Just keep going. An inch at a time.