The first day of every month, I wake up and decide that moment is going to be the beginning of everything else. I have a cup of coffee, play my favorite songs and vow to myself to break that cycle of artist's block---I'm going to darken in those unfinished sketches, reopen the file for that abandoned novella, start writing down my thoughts in that one-page Wordpress joke I've been calling an "illustration" blog for the past year, start filling those blank wooden canvases with absolutely anything...
   And then life happens.
   I get caught up in the drudgery of working a Monday-Friday customer service job and paying bills and completing all the errands on my list and searching for school loans and catching up on sleep.
   And then I look at the calendar and another month has passed me by, and I'm no further than I wanted to be. And I vow to myself to break the cycle...to be that person I used to be, the person who used to create a new piece every day, who compulsively drew in the margins of school notes and homework assignments, who created art faster than she could find storage.
   Where did that person go?