I use to love art. What realy started my down hill hate for art was some one that found a lot of skins, and I wouldn't do it without a note from the artist. He did that, and I did some, but he had enough to keep me busy forever. I finally told him to leave me alone, and it took a lot to get to that breaking point. I started to hate art so much that I didn't want to talk about art. I started to get back to drawing after a few years, and my harddrive for my art quit working, and I lost years of art. It was hard to get over that, and when I started drawing again more art was lost. I spent years drawing, writing, creating 3d stuff, and rendering, and every year dvd's would get lost, the hard drive quit for different reasons, and the last time I back everything up on the wrong drive when I heard a drive head clicking. I grew use to losing art, but I just can't draw without it feeling like a lot of work. A friend of mine bought me the Book drive. So there is no problem with losing art, but without it I didn't care anymore. It has been years and I know what I want to draw, and if I spend the time to do it, I could finish and be happy for a moment, but I make it harder that it is, and I will never give up to get the love of art back, but I feel nothing is getting better, or easier.