I doubt myself as an artist a lot. I spend my days doing almost nothing but drawing and painting. I don't tend to play games, I only manage to read books by listening to audiobooks *while* I'm drawing, most of my socialization is with the people who talk to me in my stream *while* I'm drawing. I mostly wake up, drink coffee, eat something and draw. Take breaks here and there to eat more or use the restroom and otherwise draw. My boyfriend gets home from work, we have dinner together, then I keeping drawing.

All this means my art is getting better and evolving rapidly, because of the sheer amount I produce. But as a result I quickly begin to hate pieces I liked not 5 or 6 months before, and wonder how I ever thought I was reasonable at this. And then worry that my current pieces are just as bad and I can't see it yet. It's a vicious cycle. And for something I spend almost all my time on it is scary to think how bad I might actually be or how little I truly accomplish that is meaningful. Bluhbluh being and artist.

Sudden ramble go. Looking back through folders of stuff and choosing what to upload'll do that I guess.