I have ideas.

Many of them.

Translating them to a medium other than a large assortment of words, some confusingly vague, is something that I have had issues with since the desire to actually do something about them was made. A recent rediscovery and submission of mine; Rovruetz, is a good example of this. Thinking about it, there's a lot more I would have liked to do to that. A missile, confusing the eye as it appears to curve towards the ship from behind the horsehead, despite how unfeasible it may have been. My own ship perhaps.

I see my apparent creative block as both a boon and a curse, despite how cliche that may sound. My drawing talents are nil, yet my imagination is a factory. A mass production centre fuelled by the books that I read and the music that I listen to. It'd be nice to find someone to do some collaborative work with some time in the near future, but that requires more than the hack jobs that I am currently capable of producing.

Getting to the stage where I might be able to do that is a long road. The Windows 7 RC is sitting on my hard drive at present. It'd be interesting to get Photoshop re-installed when I get around to doing a re-format and attempting something.

The medium however.

The medium is the problem.