Eviscerated in the happiest way possible

In a frantic effort to regain my will to draw I figured I'd only do so when I felt like it. The trouble is the motivation to draw seems to evade me at every turn.
The need to produce something that is:
a) fun for me to draw
b) worth drawing
c) not completely ripped off from someone else
d) any good at all

...doesn't exactly make it very easy.

All I can do is keep the necessary materials close by and hope stuff pours out of my brain without taking chunks of it with it.

To use a really gross analogy, in drawing terms I am off the pill and ready for procreation but I'm not actively trying to produce anything.
Happy accidents are the order of the day.

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