Would like to write about what currently plagues me. Art blocks. Time. It takes time, to write stories. It also takes time, to learn. If I practiced, no doubt, I could learn my way around drawing. If I practiced, I could learn my way around 3d based digital content. But. I'm only one person. I can't do all three of those. Self teaching oneself anything takes time. Months. Years. The more I focus on one area, the more I lose sight of another. In some attempt to streamline things, I'm trying to merge my writing, and my 3d aspects together. But, as always, the problem is time. I can write quickly. And as such, when I have an idea? I need to write it down and finish a story before I quickly jump and latch on to another. I am constantly creating things. It never stops. And, introducing me to more avenues of approach only multiplies this. It's the most antagonizing feeling to me that I can ever know. I could stamp my feet on the ground and raise my voice. Could take flimsy objects and rip them apart in my irritation and bristling spite. I could sit down, stare at all of it, and never make a move because I don't know where to begin. My stories, backlogs, piling up in my head. Mad scrambles of jot notes so that I don't forget them because my memory is shifty right now. Pictures, things I could make, that I know I could make and create, if I put the effort in. And of course, the ultimate factor that one struggles against every waking hour. Time. So much to do. So little time.