Since this morning, I’ve been scribbing down ideas like no tomorrow, both in my sketchbook and in my phone.

An influx of inspiration is always a good thing, except I would often get really excited with the urge to start working on them right away. Unfortunately, since I cannot fully commit all my time to my craft at the moment, things usually end up in frustrations.

Not the crippling kind of frustration where everything is put on hold until I recover; I am not the kind to completely stop moving because my progress is slow. I will carry on slogging forward while grumbling and complaining (to my closed ones).

To me, slow progress is better than no progress.