Judging by my fairly limited life experiences thus far, I'd say I'm a very visual person. Learning a skill comes easiest to me when I can picture whatever the heck I'm learning in a physical sense.
For months now, I've had this story stuck in my brain that has so much trouble coming out on paper, you'd think it was a lost cause. I've written no less than SIXTEEN different introductions now. For this same damn story. Some of these have even made it through an entire first chapter. And yet the story still refuses to come out, yet I refuse to give up on it. For so long it's been haunting me: Have I been thinking about it all wrong? Was I never meant to write it? Have I put enough effort into it? Or too much effort? Should I roll with the first piece of dung that sticks?
Sometimes I like to fall back into drawing when my capricious brain likes to speak in riddles. This time I chose to draw a fairly simple picture of Celestia, something that loosely ties into the moods I've been swinging through, and also relates loosely to the story I'm trying to tell.