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It has been three weeks of hot and humid weather. Here in Boston has been nothing but 80 to 90 degrees and very humid. Its hard to breath outside sometimes when the sun rays are boiling down from the clear sky. At night, it only goes down to 75 to 70 degrees and the hot wind still blows. I remain most of my time indoors, at my desk with the computer and TV on. For weeks, I haven't drawn anything. No calls from the Muse to inspire me to draw or to write. All I do to pass the time away is play video games or watch the same movies for the fourth or fifth time. All my friends are at work or away. My job has been cutting hours to the point where I am only working two or three days a week. During the free days, I do nothing but watch the clock and beg for it to become midnight so I could sleep.

I'm going brain dead now from lack of creative energy. Its common for artists to suffer art block when the weather is terrible and your energy is low. I haven't felt this way in a long time and I'm stuck in a rut now. Almost everything is done for FurFright. I just need to make prints and wait for my editor to come back with the final check-up on my comic. I have no inspiration to draw anything for the convention since I have too much stuff right now. No commissions have been done because two out of three haven't been paid yet and no one has commissioned me to do anything. Times are rough and slow right now and people are getting ready to go back to school.

Right now I’m scraping the bottom of the bowl, which used to hold large chunks of ice cream, with my stuff bunny on my head and my tired eyes watching Groundhogs Day...for the third time in a row... ( Now I know how Bill Murray feels like, living the same day over and over again… ) I'm like a slug in this weather and I hate it. An artist needs to create to feel alive. When they don't, they feel useless and tired. My friends said that I should draw all the time and that I deserve breaks from it. However, I need to draw. It keeps me focused and it is part of my "meditation" when I start inking images. Without that, I feel down.

They say that its going to rain, but it will be warm rain. This heat wave wont end until next month. I just hope I can muster something during that time to keep myself from putting my underwear on my head and walk around outside, calling myself "Queen Panties".

An Empty Bowl © 2009 Alex Cockburn

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It has been three weeks of hot and humid weather. Here in Boston has been nothing but 80 to 90 degrees and very humid. Its hard to breath outside sometimes when the sun rays are boiling down from the clear sky. At night, it only goes down to 75 to 70 degrees and the hot wind still blows. I remain most of my time indoors, at my desk with the computer and TV on. For weeks, I haven't drawn anything. No calls from the Muse to inspire me to draw or to write. All I do to pass the time away is play video games or watch the same movies for the fourth or fifth time. All my friends are at work or away. My job has been cutting hours to the point where I am only working two or three days a week. During the free days, I do nothing but watch the clock and beg for it to become midnight so I could sleep.

I'm going brain dead now from lack of creative energy. Its common for artists to suffer art block when the weather is terrible and your energy is low. I haven't felt this way in a long time and I'm stuck in a rut now. Almost everything is done for FurFright. I just need to make prints and wait for my editor to come back with the final check-up on my comic. I have no inspiration to draw anything for the convention since I have too much stuff right now. No commissions have been done because two out of three haven't been paid yet and no one has commissioned me to do anything. Times are rough and slow right now and people are getting ready to go back to school.

Right now I’m scraping the bottom of the bowl, which used to hold large chunks of ice cream, with my stuff bunny on my head and my tired eyes watching Groundhogs Day...for the third time in a row... ( Now I know how Bill Murray feels like, living the same day over and over again… ) I'm like a slug in this weather and I hate it. An artist needs to create to feel alive. When they don't, they feel useless and tired. My friends said that I should draw all the time and that I deserve breaks from it. However, I need to draw. It keeps me focused and it is part of my "meditation" when I start inking images. Without that, I feel down.

They say that its going to rain, but it will be warm rain. This heat wave wont end until next month. I just hope I can muster something during that time to keep myself from putting my underwear on my head and walk around outside, calling myself "Queen Panties".

An Empty Bowl © 2009 Alex Cockburn