Sunset

Today I realised just how long and hard of a fall I've taken away from art. I am mad at myself about it. How I have no motivation half the time.
Strays gets done, but nothing personal does. I have so much unfinished art, unfinished paintings. So many blank painting surfaces I could do something on with some ideas to do that with, but where are they? Still sitting blank in the closet.
I even have two stories I could write or draw. Some of you have been asking me for years about Algier & Cerris' story. I've drawn them and they have been popular, I even posted a (poorly grammar-written) snippet of their story. Now I have a second story I want to do, one that isn't as serious and still dwells in the realm of fantasy where I'm comfortable. What is there so far to show of that? Nothing of merit.

Oh, and I wanted to paint clouds. Yes. Clouds; I saw them driving home from the time-stealing place called work that gives me money to keep living. You figure if you work in an art store you would get inspired. I just come home tired.