third day I was supposed to draw but delved into other things instead

I want to and I think I'm getting backed up with the desire
but I am so very sleepy and coffee offers no respite

uguu thinking often of quotes of artists eons away from me in talent, the ones about how 'true' artists always create, all the time, with anything they have; frustrated that I am primarily a consumer and much less a creator.

I still want to try. Maybe I'll just be a late bloomer.