The ideas are there.

Some of them are good. Some of them could get washed away with the dishwater. The rest will probably return to me in a dream and I’ll wake up completely inspired, completely forgetting that they were deemed stupid in the first place.

At least my brain is doing its job. It’s working. Each idea will eventually make it to my sketchbook or crumpled up in the trash can (just kidding, I keep ALL my shitty sketches to remind me of how making art is supposed to be).

Learn from the mess. Make more mess. That’s how you get to the good stuff.