Man... I've been trying, I really have. But I seem to have lost that spark of creativity that allows me to do... anything at all. I can't even form a coherent, well-written sentence on a story. And it just seems like my pencil doesn't move the way I want it to. Stress and fear seem to be consuming my energy these days, between looming unemployment, a car that breaks every two weeks, and bills becoming more than I can handle.

I'll be sending out refunds to my waiting list whenever I get back on my feet financially, and I will be closing commissions indefinitely.

Seems the only thing I can really do at this point.