I am currently experiencing this again via the joys of learning to (digital) paint. "This is going well, this is going- NO NO, BACK TO VIBES, NEVER AGAINNNNNN"
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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I am currently experiencing this again via the joys of learning to (digital) paint. "This is going well, this is going- NO NO, BACK TO VIBES, NEVER AGAINNNNNN"
Terrell, TX c.1887
Oh, I am in love!
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Why are you writing the story you’re currently writing?
It’s the story I want to read
For catharsis - it’s inspired by a life experience
To spend time with my character(s)
For the amazing plot I came up with
To share a message I really care about
To live vicariously through my character(s)
I don’t know yet… I just feel compelled to write it
Other (in the tags!)
Open to any kind of writing, original or fanfiction!
Reblog with your choice or the world may never know.
I’m starting to realize what I’m actually going to miss about Twitter as it dies a long drawn-out death (and yes, I realize the irony in this as someone who literally ignored the platform from roughly 2013-2018). The microblogging.
Being able to send a random thought, or weigh in on a conversation ‘as you pass by’ (a la algorithm) was a sometimes pleasant, sometimes miserable experience that was a bit unique to that space.
(Increasingly on the ‘miserable’ side these days, to be honest. But now and then there are these moments of magic where I briefly connect with a stranger and it leaves both our days brighter.)
It did somewhat fulfill that concept of a digital townsquare, where you could float from conversation to conversation, say your piece (have it considered or shunned), and move on to the next one. I hope something like that does manage to spring up in a similar fashion...sans the recent ‘fasc’ side of it ifyaknowutImean
(I’m still here. And there. And around. Doing things. Ever recovering from the nervous breakdown of 2019-2020, closer these days to a healthy new norm than I used to be. Still struggling with work-life balance but not as unbalanced as it once was. The writing continues. The journey continues. Love to you all. I’ll stop by again.)
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[ID: A tweet from Elon Musk's official Twitter account that says, "To address extreme levels of data scraping & system manipulation, we've applied the following temporary limits: - Verified accounts are limited to reading 6000 posts/day - Unverified accounts to 600 posts/day - New unverified accounts to 300/day". End ID.]
Already made a post about this but there’s a good chance Elon’s lying and the servers are just completely unstable because he refused to pay a contract with Google
OHHHH that explains why Twitter is nigh unusable today.
(Anyone else occasionally suspect the man was paid to ruin Twitter? I mean he could also just be a huge dumbass but hmm.)
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I fucking love you guys 👏
You know, the writing does still happen. It happens in spurts, here and there, when the energy is free and available. Problem is, that last part doesn’t happen super often.
This year has been marked by a constant barrage of both bad and good. It started off with the absolute gut punch of my 56-year-old uncle dying from lymphoma, and upon returning from my final goodbye to him I managed to solve a bad work situation (if only as a stopgap before an actual solution) only to have another chronic condition hit the fan pain-wise. My trigeminal neuralgia, formerly just an irritation now and then, has blossomed into a problem I’ve had to actually start a medication regimen for in the hopes of staving off the day I have to drill a hole in my skull to fix the issue for good because my god do I hate general anesthetic and the overwhelming sensation of dying as you drift off against your will.
In two weeks I find out if I have always had an underlying ADHD untreated and making my life harder, or if it’s just the effects of CPTSD from the tough childhood I had. In the meantime I stumble along, taking a pill purely for the stimulant impact it seems to have on my brain while I wait for a doctor to tell me if this gut feeling is correct or if I’m just another unlucky survivor of buckets of trauma. What I know is that it presents an extremely complex clinical picture where the comorbidities are intertwined so tight it’s had to suss out what the actual root cause is.
And right alongside that, my partner (my love, my light) has developed what is looking more and more like the very same progressive incurable autoimmune condition I have been dealing with (and inject a syringe of biological response modifier into my stomach every week to blunt the effect of). He’s not at that point yet, nowhere near, but he’s currently having the effects of it dealt with surgically, a surgery I have had myself three times, scars across my body leaving trails of evidence of the pain I’ve had to fight through to function in a world that isn’t built for people like me, to have a chance at a normal average life like my parents had (the kids, the house, the future). Not to mention the inflation, the skyrocketed cost of living, J being out of a job going on two months now, and supporting my 59-yr-old father through a mental health crisis because it’s who I am and what I do and not because he’s ever been a good enough father to deserve it.
So yes.
The writing happens.
Just...never as often as I would like. But the words float around my brain, ready to go down on the page. I have something like 30 written pages of future scenes, and just have to sort out the....the muscles surrounding the skeleton, binding everything together to form a narrative that makes sense.
(I was looking for a gif of Lucy writing in her journal and saw that one instead and y’know it still kinda fits with what I’m saying here.)
This isn’t intended as a woe-is-me. I’m getting through it like I’ve gotten through all the other trials in life. I just...wish I had the ability to run off to a remote cabin somewhere, disconnect from my life, and just write on my laptop for hours on end, like back when I was a kid. The words flowed so easy back then. These days I feel like half the time I’m fighting off a vague sense of anhedonia that wants to rob me of the richness of creativity and of truly experiencing life. My brain feels like a gob of spiderwebs all tangled together, plot points hanging here or there and ready to be used if only I could sort out the thread between them...an insurmountable task when the executive dysfunction is so strong.
I hope all of you have been well. I know it’s hard to be as of late, no matter where you are geographically (and trust me, I know how lucky I am in many ways compared to some others to be where I am...where my health hasn’t resulted in bankruptcy and homelessness, and I can support two adults on one income). Keep hanging in there. I know I will be.
Your art style is a bloody DELIGHT - I was curious if you had any inspirations for it you'd be open to sharing? It's such a lovely balance between the whimsy of animation while still being fantastic likenesses of the characters the art is based on and it's everything I hope I'll be able to do one day myself (but I'm still VERY early on in practicing drawing).
HI. HI. YOU. YOU MADE MY DAY. WTF. WTF.
A more coherent answer:
Goddamn this was so helpful, thank you! (I was the nervous anon who didn't wanna be a bother haha)
I'm glad I've been kind of on the right track for practicing (starting with traces and working toward freehanding). The suggestion of doing multiple studies via trace and then redrawing freehand is ASTOUNDINGLY helpful and not something I'd have considered. Definitely gonna check out your art inspirations now! I've been following Proko tutorials for many things but I feel like someone needs to do a concise "How to draw fanart" tutorial series, haha. Anyway, thank you for the reply!!
My adventures in drawing continue - this one was referencing a screenshot (obviously) but freehanded from scratch, which is why I decided to include my initial sketch lines (I have the layer hidden when I reach a point of not needing them).
TBH this is the first time I think I’ve freehanded a Flynn that actually looks like Flynn. PROGRESS. The more you draw the likeness, the more the features stand out to you that really make them “them”. In Goran’s case it’s mainly the sharp nose, chin, and a bit in the eyes to really capture him, I think.
Lucy has no face because I somehow managed to draw it essentially melting forward away from her body and had to scrap it. Needless to say, I am NOT as far ahead with achieving her likeness as I’d like (but hey, happy with the rest!). Still not stylizing particularly much yet, but much like writing, I’m sure that will come later with practice.
Oh, and here is an unfinished Emma-as-Grace-Kelly that I’ll probably never get around to polishing and don’t believe I’ve shared:
This song encapsulates the fanfic trope of that moment a character goes:
Oh.
...oh.
“When the road began to crumble in front of my eyes There was only one person I wanted to find
It was you, it was you, it was you.”
Every Friends Dynamic Ranked (as voted by my followers): #7 → Rachel & Joey Hey, you listen to me. Listen to me. You are never, ever gonna be alone. Okay? I promise I won’t let that happen. Oh, Joey. Oh, sweetie, what would I do without you? You don’t have to worry about that, okay?
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