So I've been REALY inactive for quite some time now. School. Life. The usual. Art has been a pride and joy of mine since I was very young, and I still enjoy it to this day, or, at least, I think I still might.
Here's the thing: I've been in the mind set of "Do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life.", and I enjoyed drawing and doodles so much I though "Why not take art classes and become a professional artist?"
Because it's so much work that it sucks all the fun out of it, that's why not. Turns out, the real reason art made me happy was that it let me get the many worlds' worth of ideas in my head literally onto paper without all that pesky writing; the act of the artistic process alone isn't enough. This means that if I don't have full creative control over what I create, I simply can't carry out the task, there just isn't enough motivation: in the short term, I've not actually doing what I've always wanted, in the long term the tedium and sheer effort required completely overshadow any semblance of working towards my dream. Or rather, my fantasy at this point. It's become so much that I'm struggling to find motivation to express myself creatively in any meaningful way.
I hope that this ends soon, I'd hate to squander my imagination.