It's really difficult to gather my focus for drawing and writing when there's men walking on my roof. I'm not minding the lack of focus all that much; I'm hungry for fiber! I can process fleece and spin all day long! I wonder what would happen if I did just that?
You can't force hunger. Right now, these days, I'm not hungry for working on the graphic novels. Sometimes I can entice the appetite by spending only five minutes on the work, catching a spark that sends me on a jag. But sometimes, just devouring what I'm actually having a hankering for eventually leaves room for other tastes.
You can't force hunger. Right now, these days, I'm not hungry for working on the graphic novels. Sometimes I can entice the appetite by spending only five minutes on the work, catching a spark that sends me on a jag. But sometimes, just devouring what I'm actually having a hankering for eventually leaves room for other tastes.
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