My patterns of witless behavior when it comes to drawing.
1) I can't, for the life of me, stop drawing in lined notebooks. I have it in my head that it would be wasteful to sketch and doodle on pristine drawing paper, even though I have several blank books. The nettlesome thing about this habit is that I inevitably end up drawing pretty decent things on lined paper, and have to spend time photoshopping the lines out, which is a massive pain in the moobs.
2) As I draw in these lined notebooks, I tend not to progress through the pages in a linear fashion. Once I've filled up a page, I'll flip to a random page somewhere else in the book and begin anew. Like gas stations peppered along a lonesome stretch of no man's land, my filled pages are sparsely scattered through vast swaths of blankness. I don't just do this in a single notebook, either. I do this across several.
This is the very reason why I'm evaluating my behaviors and writing this right now. I was just about to flesh out a sketch I made a few months back, but instead, I spent about 40 minutes trudging through several notebooks looking for the god damn thing. I've drawn in no less than 4 different notebooks within the last few months.
3) I sketch with my good pens. I have plenty of cheap pens, pencils, and markers I could be wasting on sketches, but no. I continue grabbing the expensive ones and wasting stupid amounts of beautiful, pure black ink. On mostly garbage sketches. In lined fucking notebook paper.
4) Not long ago, I used to freely draw with no care of how it would turn out. I would just enjoy it. Lately, though, I feel dragged down by the fear of failure. In many cases, it's even caused me to not try at all. This is partially why I've not been as ravenous of an illustrator as I have been in the past years. Every time I touch pen to paper I become worried that I've lost what little skill I had. I haven't lost anything. In fact, I see nothing but progress. It's such a stupid, baseless fear, and it won't stop gnawing away at me.
Despite that, I feel good getting my thoughts into order and shining a light on my less than awesome behavior patterns. I think I can begin correcting these things. I better damn well correct these things.