Last year's Inktober is when I really felt myself evolving in my art (going from "I need people to get what I mean or my art is bad" to "I'm making this for me and other people 'getting it' is a bonus"), so I really enjoyed being able to do it all again with that new mindset and a year's worth of improvement. It felt much easier to get my ideas on the page and get lines right the first time instead of needing to try over and over. I also feel genuinely happy with how my pieces turn out, instead of stressing about how I should have done this or that. It's a good feeling to like what I do.
I don't draw as much as I'd like in the "off-season" (aka not Inktober). When I do sit down with the pens I always enjoy it, but when I've gone a bit without drawing, it feels like a huge ordeal to start up again. I just need to keep reminding myself that it's worth that emotional energy to start.
This Inktober I feel like I really grew into my art - I was always so worried before about people "getting" my art, but as I drew the first prompt Poisonous, I decided to just drew what meant something to me, regardless of whether other people would understand some of the choices of my work. This bloomed into a self-realization of how much stress I had in myself about people's perception of my work vs my personal perception of it. It's changed a lot about how I approach my work, and I can't express how relieving it has been.
My first Inktober! I'd never used ink pens before, and it was a lot of fun figuring out how they worked and which methods produced the looks I wanted.