It feels like an eternity since I last drew anything. I have so many amazing projects started that I want to finish. I want to start getting into Scrimshaw, and practice my digital art. I have an awesome steam-punk garage scene and a Daria portrait in the works. I'm almost done with my novel.

Then there is work:

I have 17 students whose very lives are hinged on the quality of the education that I provide for them. I have 7th graders who need to learn a work ethic from me, and 6th graders who don't know the difference between plural and singular nouns. I'm teaching in a private south-side Chicago school. For the past three weeks I've been up regularly until midnight or later finishing the grading on their homework, which I have to watch like a hawk. Every night I curl up in bed with my regrets from the day bottled up, unexpressed through even my pencil. In place of line, curve, and color, my nights are filled with denominators, predicate nominatives, and the looming realization that I will have three students the next night in detention because they can't keep quiet for 1/2 hour lecture - the only means I have to teach them because the only funding I have for manipulatives (tools to help them learn) comes from my $12,000 stipend, all while finishing my own graduate program work. I'm tired, overworked, underappreciated, pouring my self into God's work. I love it, but I wish I could get over all of this work so that I could go to bed by midnight, or even better, get in that hour a night to finish my art and writing.

Help. I want to draw.

-Necrono