have you ever been in that place with a pencil in your hand, a fresh, white piece of paper on your desk, and a mind full of nothing?
yeah.
the other day, i couldn't decide if i wanted to even have this account. most people would blow it by as another stupid, crappy artist trying to get along in this creative world. as my pencil touched down on the clean canvas, a the tip slightly broke, and little pieces of lead scattered around. i grumbled to my self and dusted it off, then started on my work. mistake after mistake ensued, and eraser shards had collected in a small colony. i grumbled again and was about to brush them off, when i stopped