Quiet week. Because so many years went by when I scarcely drew at all, I am afraid if I stop for even a day, I won’t be back for a long time and all I’ve gained will be lost again, but I am desperate to have some time away. I feel burned out and half the time don’t enjoy what I am doing. Writers are notorious for saying you need to sit down with your blank page every day; you have to show up and do the work or you aren’t a real writer. Or artist. So maybe I’m not a real artist… I think I can live with that. Not be happy with myself, but I can live with it. I think I’m going to have to.