Ianthe stared at the screen in front of her. No matter how much she tried to draw there was just a block. Nothing creative would come to her. This wasn't a new problem either, for the last month or so nothing creative came to her. The only saving grace was her deadline was still some time away but she liked to have wiggle room in case things came up as life was want to happen. Luckily she knew what that problem was. For the first time in her life she felt...lonely. Art wasn't enough any more and that sense of isolation she supposed was hampering with her mood.
Don't get her wrong, she loved creating stories and creating characters to go along with those stories but they didn't keep her company. There wasn't anyone in her life to share her passions with. No one that would understand what it felt like to bring an idea to life, no one but her manager to cheer her on.
Sure she knew that imbuing a stone wouldn't magically make things better. After all she didn't turn out like her parents and the child had every right not to turn out like her but it would be some one she could share things with. Some one to love and be a muse. Some one to teach the wonders of art about and if they weren't an artist, she would love to see how their tiny mind unfurled.
Maybe it wouldn't work out. She wasn't sure she was the best mother material, but she wanted to try.