It is amazing how creativity strikes you at the least convenient time-- I always believed that, and proven it right, since I first started writing/painting/drawing.
After a dry spell that lasted waay too long, I was sitting in math class today, absent-mindedly doodling, when I realized that my hand was doing something without my knowledge. I focused on the movement of my pencil, (completely disregarding the math lesson which I already knew, anyway,) and, by the end of class, I had a rough, small sketch; a nude, a girl sitting on an elegant chair.
Later on in the evening, I pulled out the sketch, and began to reconstruct it, adding detail,