Weird but right feeling. Went to the coffeeshop with plans on making a dent on the 4th dark tower book. I ended up just looking out the window in awe watching the rainstorm pretty much the whole time. Much to my curiosity about art coming from wonders away from the desk, somehow just watching the storm (for the purpose of amusement) sort of introduced ideas for finishing my 2 work in progress drawings. Now, I realize instead of hoping for the next drawing, they could compliment my artsy anthro drawings. Especially the pencil drawing. I guess all the detailing is trivial, but this realization is what art is for me.
Sorry for the ramble, I needed to correct my guilt driven expressions.