Sigh.

How can I force myself to start making art again?

Every time I get home from work, my crowded little apartment and the meow-meister cat tell me urgently to just sit down, forget about the mess, the dishes, the bills to sort through, the faint and foggy possibility of art-making --- just sit down and watch a movie.

And I do.

And the dishes pile into a heap that rivals the leaning tower of Pisa. Leftovers from last month stay mouldering in the back of the fridge. The trash overflows. My desk remains unused, and I quietly push it out of my mind.