Usually when it comes to updating this, it’s pretty simple but to be honest I’m drawing blanker blanks than a fresh stack of printer paper.

Writer’s block hasn’t hit me this hard in a significantly long time. Part of me wants to blame being burnt out since it’s pretty late into the semester and that it’s just senior seminar getting me down. But that’s not the case. The real masked figure screwing with my creative process is the very same idiot typing up this blog post.

I understand that whole who I am is also my own worst enemy but this is a tad ridiculous. I just have one real goal in mind and sometimes it just kills me that I can’t even accomplish that because of the tiniest seed of doubt planted in my head.

I have so much to say but never know what to say because of that dumb little bit of fear. When it gets down to it, I can always pull through and put something together that I can be proud of because that’s just who I am. It kills me that when I even have time I just can’t do it because I’m scared beyond most logic to actually do what I love. Maybe after this hectic remainder of a semester I’ll be able to get back into the rhythm and flow of everything I appreciate.

For now I’m just gonna keep driving the struggle bus of creativity and hope for the best.