Lately, inspiration has been hitting me like a tidal wave.  The voices inside telling me to pick up my sketch pad and pencil.  There's drawing to be done!   ... Sadly, I have yet to do this.  I know what will happen.  I get these fantastic images in my head, but I know I'll never be able to put them onto paper.  It's always been a curse of mine.  The results look like a simpler version of the manifestation that appeared in my mind.  The one upside to my art work is:  it's not terrible.  I've come to terms with that.  I used to hate my artwork, simply because it wasn't what I envisioned.  As I look back at some of it... it isn't all that bad.  It's still a frustration I don't want to deal with, but I do miss drawing.  I need to swallow my pride and dive back into it.