Sketchy

I carry a little hardcover sketchbook with me wherever I go so that if I see or hear something that amuses me or pisses me off or whatever I can record it. Sometimes I just write random thoughts that pass through my head. Sometimes it's bitchy, sometimes it's funny, sometimes it's sad...it's basically a record of what's been going on in my head and my life for a given period of time. And it's great. I love it. But over the past 3 months I've been carrying around a sketchbook with a purpose. I decided to make a book for one of my best friends for his birthday. And it's been so good. I think it may be the best overall book I've ever done. Because it had a purpose and a focus that previous books have lacked. Sometimes I go for weeks without drawing or writing a thing but with this book I don't think I ever went longer than I day. So it's filled with a lot more detail and effort than usual. Not to mention the personal aspect of it. It was produced with someone in particular in mind so every page was considered and a lot of the writing bits were really directed towards him. Kind of like a really drawn out (and sadly one-sided) conversation. And I'm really happy I did it. But now that I've given it to him and started a new book I find that I am always thinking of things I want to add to his book. But can't. And oddly, I don't want to put them in my new book. It's like I've lost all my motivation because compared to the intensity of this last one, this book doesn't matter. It has no real meaning to me. It's a bit freaky and I'm sure it'll pass but for now I'm a bit wigged out. I have writers/sketchers block! I've never had that before. How sad is that?