I realised that I wasn't just unreliable as a person in general, I also have modes
. This was really obvious in Inktober, the way I can sacrifice everything for just one thing. But I kind of kept doing it, even though it hasn't been about drawing lately. I actually completely stopped drawing after the inktober, and it wasn't even due to the shock of the challenge, not even because of the excess of it. It's just that my mind switched to another mode: reading.
So now that's all I do
: I read. I mean, I can still pass as a decent teacher because I'm that good at bluffing, but the truth is... I just read all the time. And I think I'll end December in a reading rush, before coming back to drawing in January. I will try to squeeze in some "working mode" in there, but I don't know if such a mode actually exists for me. If not, I won't cry about it. Christmas break
is supposed to be spent reading and drinking hot beverages anyway, wrapped in some warm blanket, so I don't feel overly transgressive.