Sometimes there's nothing else to do but shake your ahead and regret "why didn't I take my own advice?" No doubt this is the path to professional animation! It's laughable.

The days drag on in an unusually, unsettlingly warm November. Mundanity threatens to drown, the cycle of everyday life makes it more and more difficult with each repetition–and yet within difficulty, this meager persistence is a kind of progress: after all, I cannot say I've done this before. Moreover, today I've realized drawing demands energy and that might well be the key to the problem (or perhaps, the lock to the solution). A very obvious realization, no? The key to things is not in the words though, but meaning felt and then progressing from that sense. Otherwise all the words of wisdom we've heard could carry us from childhood to the grave with only very novel and likely few realizations. Yet that I can feel this blindingly obvious problem and not just express it, a solution is now in grasp. In grasp...