May you get the shiny things you wanted, but didn't really need;
May you stuff yourself silly with more food than you can really eat;
May you put up with all the family you kinda didn't really want to see again, but have to.

...

All in all, have a good festive day. :)

And so, being drunk, I decided that I'd start writing and drawing more. (Which lead to me discovering that my old account doesn't want to talk to me any-more. (Probably the lack of art or stories. <.<) Bah.)

I think I've finally figured out why it's so difficult to draw or write anything decent: Because I'm constantly worrying that people won't think my art is good enough for me to bother, and because I worry like this, I don't keep in practice... etc.

So, I've got a couple of ideas for stories that I want to do, but haven't started or not got far with because of... well yeah, and I'm now determined that I should at least start them. And depending on whether you lot scream that it's awful, or say that you actually quite like it, I might keep on writing them. (Please note, I didn't say which response would get me to keep writing, so it's up to you to decide whether it's a punishment, or a treat. ;) )

I just need to keep telling myself that maybe I'm not as bad as I think I am. I'm my own worst critic, yay. The internet should fix that. Plenty of people willing to dump all over what you spent far too long on. Right, now I'm turning bitter-drunk. Time to stop writing. =Þ