Like any creative person, my inspiration runs into walls on occasion, or just gets weary. That thing called Life intervenes: deadlines, familial obligations, hot weather with ridiculously high humidity, insomnia, laundry that needs doing, etc. And sometimes the creative ideas themselves interfere with one another. I need to sew some work clothes but there sitting right next to that lovely black-brown gabardine are the file folders of my little group of pen friends. I am behind in sewing and behind in my letter writing. Both are hugely fun. Which gets top priority? Especially when my sketchbook and the graphic novel notes are sitting right next to both?