...or at least pretty close to one. Every time I sat down to draw, my inspiration told me I wasn't its boss, I couldn't tell it what to do and that it was going out with its friends whether I liked it or not. Yesterday I sat it down and it agreed to behave... for now. As long as it was allowed to create something totally self-indulgent. Since that something happened to be a sketch of a pretty man sleeping, I was agreeable.