Seeing as Twitter is experiencing the same phenomenon as DeviantArt (namely, the acute decline of both mind and soul), I decided to abandon the account completely. I'd already stopped posting a few months ago because of the dozens of bots that were following me, but before that I kind of had hope that it could turn around. It's not going to.

So, I downloaded Instagram and made an account. My friends were overjoyed that they can now directly send me the worst brainrot known to man instead of having to link it in discord. I'm cautiously optimistic, because I haven't noticed as many parallels between Instagram and the Chernobyl incident as I have with Twitter. I guess it's also more meant for videos, but I don't plan on posting any. Anyway, you can find the link on my profile, but I'm not sure why you'd use it because I plan on posting basically the same content there. There'll be more sketches that I won't post here, if you're interested in that.

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the femboy has just gathered more views than any other illustration I've ever done.

Yeah I posted that like a month ago. Yeah I've been on the site for more than a year, why do you ask?

and I've spent the last two weeks using it on writing instead of art. On one hand, I've added 20,000 words to a story I'm currently working on. On the other hand, I haven't drawn a single line in the pursuit of visual arts for 12 days.

This will probably change at some point. Bottom line, I'm not dead.

SOMEONE SCOUTED ME YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The showing of Treasure Island has officially ended! I have pushed and pulled so many wheeled set elements on and off stage, and I must have sent like 12 skeletons up through a trapdoor. I know that last part doesn't make sense. The skeleton was the most chaotic element of the show. Anyway, It's been great for my core strength and leg strength. I was worried that my weak back would be a problem since I was essentially The Guy Who Moves Heavy Stuff but my lumbar region held up brilliantly. I'm glad I participated, but I'm also glad it's finished XD. God that was a lot of work.

So as of the beginning of last week, I've been working with my local community college in a stage production of Treasure Island. I'm part of the "deck" crew, meaning I move in set elements and make sure props are ready when and where the actors need them. This is distinct from "fly" which is only about set elements that are too big or heavy to move without using some larger mechanism of pulleys and ropes.

Anyway, it's a real commitment and there will be twelve showings clear through to the middle of next month, so I'm a tad busier than normal. I'd blame my utter failure to adhere to my regular schedule on that if I was a liar, but I'm not, so I won't. No, I just fell off. What the production WILL do is slow me down in my continued adventures of not following my schedule. So there's that.

So, to make a long story short, I didn't want to do that last drawing, but I did it anyway. I already knew that forcing myself to work was the fastest way to thoroughly burn out my creative battery. But I had already agreed to it.

Lesson learned: It's called a 'request' because it's a request. My slip wasn't even because I flaked out and let someone force me to feel obligated. It was because I apparently didn't quite understand the concept of a request.

So basically what I'm saying is that I'm not sure when the next drawing will be. I wish I had a monitor to check my battery percentage, but I don't. All I know is that it'll be back relatively soon, and it'll probably be in the form of some shitty meme drawing. You have been warned.

All right, so since I started actually getting requests, I'm going to change my scheduling in order to save my hand. Now I'll only do a Frequency Friday if I have no ongoing request that week. No changes to technical practice tho. Hopefully that'll work better.

Good news: It wasn't depression.

Bad news: I spent all my motivation finishing the secret santa art event on the Hyun's Dojo discord and I can't post it here until everything is delivered on the 24th.

So, I just finished my acting class final, which was a scene I had to do with one of my classmates. She was more experienced and handled it better, but if you'll excuse some petty whining, I think she got the easier part. Anyway, my brain has this weird way of handling stress, which is that it holds up fine for the duration of the stressful event, then completely says "I'm gonna stop being productive lmao," and sinks into depression. Afterwards. This means I ghost my friends, slump on creative projects, and generally feel like a useless slug for a few days.

I didn't really think it was gonna hit me this hard, but I guess I pushed myself a lot over these past few months. I'll be back eventually, I just gotta shore things up by doing nonintuitive things like shunning social interaction and flaking out on my obligations.

I hope. I mean, it could just mean that clinical depression is crawling back out of irrelevance like some old villain on episode 400 of a shounen anime.