I sat for hours last night trying to draw. Had several cool ideas I wanted to get on paper.

Nothing happened.

I made some juvenile doodles that I wadded up and threw away in disgust. I'm begining to doubt the fact that I was ever able to draw. I look through my gallery and I'm impressed with what I have done, but I have no idea how to get started "doing" it again..........

It's so frustrating I don't want to try, but unless I try I'll always be frustrated.

Very few things in life make me as happy as drawing something and having that " oh man did I draw that it ROCKS " feeling.

Ya know, those moment when you really impress yourself?

Isaiah was born on the 30th.

21 inches
8lbs 14oz

He's a cancer/crab like my dad.

On June 30th I will have a new son.
Just 11 more days!

Settled into a new house and a new job. Feels like taking 2 steps back for every step forward.

In between houses for awhile, back soon!