A Change of Pace

What do you do when you lose your creative thread? Do you stop and take a breather? Do you reevaluate? I feel like my creative energy is my life force, when it wains I'm left without much breath to take a breather.

Luckily years at fancy art school, and then years at job-job and various other 'live or die' gigs have taught me that sometimes a dip in creativity is flat out not an option. I've learned that for me, the best thing when I'm just not feeling it is to do something else. As long as I'm being creative, the dip will usually right itself of its own accord.

This week I've been working on some new layouts, new texture maps and new life paths. Did you know we're staring down the barrel at 11 weeks 'til Christmas? I can't quite think about it with my full brain, because it's hard for me to think about snow. Who wants snow?! If you say you do I'm using my favorite modified GLEE phrase of all time. "Snow!?! KILL YOURSELF!"

Incidentally you're looking at barrettes I've been crocheting for one of my favorite fans, albeit one of my littlest.

I'm counting down the holidays by being more resourceful and more Little Woman-like' than I've had the leisure to do as of late. Nicest side effect, other than having some cutesy barrettes ready to wrap, is that I'm itching to get back to my other gigs, the ones that require my 2D skills ;)

What do you do to get back your 'creative mojo' when you feel it packing for holiday?

The Most Important Sketch of the Day

I won the FML sweepstakes this week and got to spend 12 hours in the world's prettiest ER yesterday. When they asked me if this was my first time at New York Presbyterian I said "Yes, but definately not my last!"<-- this was pre pain meds. What?!

Any way. I had lunch at 1 and then was in the ER by 3:15. When I got discharged the guy at the front desk was like "CREEPY! You've been here exactly 12 hours!" --"Really, it seems like longer."

I had to have all this LAME testing done, turns out I'm fine-ish. Thank goodness, but in the process of testing, I wasn't allowed a drop of liquid or a morsel of food the entire time I was there. I could feel my cells dying.

When I got home in the wee hours of the morning I chugged water like a fish but it felt weird to eat something before collapsing in exhaustion. So I went to bed all Little Orphan Annie. This morning the boy took me out to the real-ist real breakfast ever. I was so excited about eating that I drew our food.

This was maybe the 2nd best breakfast of my life, not to be confused with the first best breakfast that I take as often as possible with Jen in her hood.

I wish we would have taken pictures at the "Coffee Shop" this morning. They would have made this blog post so much more bloggy. In the meantime here are some sketches to tide you over. I'm climbing back into the covers to sleep off my bed-ridden happiness.

but thought you could do with some food for thought. Ha. Puns. They're the best.

I was half way through this post when I got a FB message saying that the Illustration Friday word of the week is Breakfast! Score! Maybe FML week is officially over! Happy Friday!