Although I always carry my sketchbook with me, it´s been months since I last scribbled something. NOTHING!!! Not even a patchwork block or a small project... I think I was scared to death of not achieving anything. But yesterday, for reasons no one can explain, I took my sketchbook out of my bag, and despite the look of someone sitting opposite to me, I didn't feel ashamed and started sketching what I had just been served :-) Later, in the train, my pen focused on what I had in front of me.
After all it doens't hurt. Why to be afraid?
PS- Now I have to show this to my teacher :-)))