I'm not really sure. I think part of it is the pressure of having completed a project rather than having one in progress.
Most of the problem is that I lost my confidence. Drawing people (besides my pignosed self) became impossible. Pencil sketch
after pencil sketch, endless erasing, more pencil sketches, finding reference photos, finding different reference photos...I
started to hate drawing because I am not good enough at it, just like I started to hate so many other things because I am
not good enough at them. Practicing is not rewarding to me when I do not feel like I am getting the expected results (or,
more often, that I can never get the results I want).
But the reason I started drawing comics was because I felt
no pressure to be good at them at all. I have never been considered good at drawing. I like to doodle, and I like to tell
stories. So I guess when I say I lost my confidence, what I mean is that I started to pressure myself to be better. I want
each comic to be my best work, which is unrealistic. I have to accept that I cannot fully capture the moments I want to capture.
I'm lucky if I come close at all to what I'd like to do. I am getting better at drawing, but I will never be as good
as I want to be. I have to stay relaxed about the comics; I have to see drawing as fun again. I'm going to try.