One day, back in college, my art instructor's assignment was to draw myself drawing myself. You heard me. Not only do I not always enjoy drawing, sometimes I just hate WHAT I'm drawing, and I don't like being forced to draw on any type of schedule. So on this particular day I didn't want to draw, I didn't want to draw myself, and I certainly didn't want to draw myself hating to draw myself in time for the next class.
I drew myself drawing from behind a curtain, and you could only see a sliver of my face. A+
I wish I could be one of these people who feels creative every day. For me it depends on the moon, the temperature, the time of year, whether the lady was rude to me at the post office that day...