I'm afraid of my Moleskine.

There, I said it.  It really doesn't make any more sense on virtual paper than it does in my head.  I've been trying to buy a Moleskine for myself for AGES now.  I'll pick it up, carry it around the bookstore, and lay it down before I leave.  I just can't validate my art enough to put it into a $14 book.  Now, I'm stuck with a Sketchbook Project Moleskine that I have no idea what to do with.

I have this weird thing.  Ok I have lots of weird things, but this is a relevant weird thing.
I feel a responsibility to inanimate objects.  I started doing ATCs on my computer desk, on a tiny little corner
with very limited supplies.  I had a few pencils, I few scavenged markers, some crayons, very old paint.  Stuff like that.  I was amazingly prolific in the beginning.

Then, my Mom and I went shopping and got me proper materials.

I got lots of papers, paints, special bits and bobs.

I've made maybe four ATCs in the past month.  Now that I have tons of materials, I feel all of them watching me, expecting me to do something grand.

So.  There's that.

I'm not sure Art and Fear, the end-all-be-all of artistic counseling, has anything to say about disappointing one's own sketchbook.