So me and my mediocre art are chugging along happily, sketchbook on top of the pile, half-finished craft projects on the table... when the house got infested with bedbugs. And we couldn't get rid of them. People can get rid of bedbugs, but six people cannot get rid of bedbugs if two of them aren't willing to do the necessary cleaning and stuff. So everyone had to move out.
Away went the craft projects, buried under the fuss of moving and being treated in case the bugs had invaded, and away went the sketchbook into the freezer because bugs can live in paper, and away went my space to work and my privacy and my drawing books and my lightbox and my colored pencils.
About two months later everything's coming out of quarantine and I'm getting set up in my new digs, still kind of shellshocked from the sudden disintigration of life as I knew it.
In that time I've drawn exactly one picture. And written half a notebook full-- the epic adventures of Mirta is going to have a lot more chapters someday when I type it all up. The Tales of the Crystals Deluxe project is suffering from craft fail (need more dots in Craft Wonderous Item!) but will be completed if it's the last thing I do! And there's another project that I hope will revive, but its nature is a secret for now.