"No, Bob Tail Rabbit," said Big Boss Bunny. "You've not being doing your work. Look at that blog of yours: not a single drawing on there for months and months and months. You're not going out until you've done something. Consider yourself grounded."
I sulked off to my studio. Through the window, I could see some of the other rabbits chasing the carrots.
I cleared away a patch of dust, and sat next to my easel.
I stared at my paintbrushes, and they stared at me. "We haven't seen you in a long time," they seem to say.
Then I looked at a blank piece of paper for quite a long time.
It stayed blank.
Suddenly, I had an idea! I wound up the computer, and logged onto Rabbitbook.
Four hours later, I still couldn't think of anything to draw.
I went back to Big Boss Bunny. "It's no good, I can't think of anything to draw. The muse is not with me. I have no inspiration."
"Bah," said Big Boss Bunny. "Inspiration is for amateurs; the rest of us just show up and get to work."*
I went back to the studio, picked up a pencil, and started to draw. Anything. I drew a carrot and a cat and a tree and a bird and a rabbit.
But I still couldn't think of anything I wanted to draw. I squeezed some paint onto my palette and stood in front of the easel.
I did a quick sketch of Clarissa with her enigmatic smile.
But I still couldn't think of anything I wanted to draw.
"I'm telling you, I can't think of anything to draw!" I almost shouted at Big Boss Bunny.
"Oh, you silly rabbit," said Big Boss Bunny. "Look: you've drawn everything you've done! The inspiration was around you all the time. Now you can go out, and chase the carrots. Good rabbit."
* Big Boss Bunny has been reading Mr Chuck Close.
