You wake up and you think to yourself I want to draw absolutely anything and everything; ranging from gorrillas to sunsets to even outer space and fantasy worlds crammed full of your own imagination: orgies/the lot; then, this is quickly followed by a very deeply depressed feeling when suddenly you realise that I can't drawn nothing really well; I mean, a bad drawing feels even far worse than having done no drawing at all; because if you did no drawing at all; then, at least, you wouldn't end up feeling real 'bad' about it that it just wasn't good enough?! Then, before you even start...you quit...from simply just thinking about getting started!