Well this summer turned out to be a bust.
I was determined at the start to practice more of my writing, singing - i know now how much i suck- and other creative shit but everything has just failed.
First of all, I now accept the fact that i am terrible at singing. I always try to hard to make my voice sound a particular way but it's not going to work out. I have accepted the fact that others were blessed with the talent to sing and i was not.
Second of all. i now accept the fact that my writing and drawings are simply cheap imitations of what i hope i can produce but it seems you can't force something that wasn't meant to be.
