Another 10 pounds have packed on more weight and I'm the heaviest I've been in almost 11 years. Depression seems to have clamped onto me - and my art - and it won't let go! I'm attempting to finish school bit by languid bit. Everything seems to be closing in on everything and I feel as tightly compressed as my expanding stomach in my none-to-larger pants.

Nothing seems to come to me, artistically. My art seems to have stagnated and I seem to be drawing the same things over and over and over and I just don't know how to break out of it. most everything that I've done before to break through this artistic funk and nothing has helped!

On the flip side of all of this - I've managed to finish one of my three novels and start a fourth! A rather vivid dream came to me last night and I have had a stroke of rather amazing genius in the aisle of writing. Odd how our particular Muses really play with our heads, doesn't it? When I don't want to write and I want to draw, nothing will come to me. When I'm drawing and want to write, nothing will turn my proverbial head. ARGH!!!

Now if I can lose this spare tire!