I've been stripped of my desire to write, due to the horrid streak of luck I've had trading writing in exchange for pictures. Someone actually forgot that I ever wrote him anything, he couldn't even remember the plot and I had written exactly what he requested. That's what the vague journal posts a week or so ago were all about.

I drew this as a symbolic gesture, because I can't really write a story about not writing. Just a sorrowful look as I watch the fire burning my tools of the trade.

I may write again in the future, and I have a few stories that I haven't put up anywhere that may make it online, but for now I'm dabbling in the visual arts instead of the written word.