Recently between work, being a single mum and the carpal tunnel acting every which way but right, my art's been suffering.

The emotional side of it won't even begin to be examined. I miss drawing, hugely but real life and responsibilities....not to mention an utter lack of inspiration for the past year or more, have just lead to being.....dead artwise.

I've been trying to come up with something new. I even finished the inuyasha manga though I need my art supplies to get really back into the swing of things.

The art that comes out isn't as good to me, as what I've brought forth before. It's almost like being sick a very long time and finding out you can't walk as well anymore.

I'm having to re-learn the feeling of my art, of figures, bodies...to see the shades in my mind and bring them forth. It's harder than I remember. I wish that I'd never stopped...