My sketchbook is mostly filled with columns of interesting words that inspire an image in my mind, generally written during late night drug and alcohol binges. (OK, I'm kidding about that last part, but it makes for a more colorful story in case someone ever writes a biography of my life.) Sometimes I also do rough sketches to record my mental images and end up making artwork based on these. I thought you'd like to see a couple of these sketches and the finished product.
Now you can see why I don't draw for a living. Don't ask me to be an accountant, either. Instead of a starving artist, I'd be a starving accountant, which doesn't sound nearly as exotic or interesting.