I started drawing my next comic today. Knowing how this goes, I spent the day waiting for the dramatic event that would keep me from moving forward creatively. There’s always something to dissuade one from a creative project.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. There was no dramatic event, but I have had trouble drawing. Because of me. I draw for a few minutes, then find myself wandering off. Laying on my bed. Researching poses, which takes me down a rabbit trail for fifteen minutes.
I’ve found only one solution: I gently pull myself back to the work.