Hey, I noticed that my last journal entry was in 2006. Wow... Time really seems to slip incredibly fast although it feels like it just drags on.

I guess I should say that for the past 2 years I've done next to no drawing, including doodling. It's as if something psychologically snapped in my head, reducing my drive to draw, and I'm trying to mend it.

I continue to have ideas and glimpses of concepts that might make good stories. I think part of the reason I haven't brought any of them to life on page might be because I'm imagining things in different styles of drawing, which I sometimes have trouble translating from imagination to page.

Overall, I'm busy studying and working in a rather unfulfilling, unrewarding, and unsatisfying life. I'm getting older, the women my age are getting married or already are and with children. I feel like I'm meeting fewer women these past few months and those I've met are largely unavailable.

Hopes and dreams are what made me draw. I need more women to make me dream. For the past few months, I've been detached from any woman who had that ability. I feel empty and wounded when I think about drawing any girls when I don't have one around that inspires me.

Geography and population is the problem... It looks like long distance is the only way to go but I'm not sure how to get into that.

In search of inspiration, I'll try to draw more, even if it's the same thing again and again. I have to at least practice because I plan on leaving my current field of work and study to go back into the workplace of the arts. Arts are really where my passion is. I can see that no other work will make me happy.