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7 months ago
Well, It’s been over a month, and at the very least, I owe you an update.
Nothing much has changed except for the weather.
I need a vacation, and I might need some therapy. I can’t really discuss the reasons behind either because some of these things are a bit personal to just put out here, and others are related to my job as a caretaker and I don’t want to accidentally break any patient confidentiality laws, so I’m just going to say that I’ve been just going and going and going at some capacity without a break and I’m starting to feel it.
Let’s talk about my Stupid Animal Characters™. I’ve been so… emotionally drained and possibly depressed recently that I don’t really feel like anything (Looping back to the “I could use some therapy” thing above). For some reason, I just kinda hate my fursonas. Well, hate is a strong word, but I am just so… detached from them. It didn’t help that I was playing around with some ideas to either redesign or replace some of them, and one day I may be feeling like “Yeah, I’m back!” only for it to crash back into that numbness the next day (or sooner). That skunk I worked on is practically ready, but here’s the thing, there’s not much to him besides a neat design element and I don’t know if that’s worth anything. I drew a fun tanuki character, and played around some concepts I’d either use or subvert, but he doesn’t offer anything that any of my other characters have done. It feels like I don't have an identity anymore, I’m just an account that occasionally faves things and leaves the even rarer comment.
I haven’t really drawn anything since the last time, minus a few sketches for something that didn’t come to fruition and a silly drawing I did for a Tumblr mutual. I’m sitting on a couple of ref sheets that are nearly finished, but like I said in my previous paragraph, I’m just not sure what to do when it comes to my characters.
I’ve actually thought about just leaving the fandom, but I can’t. It’s the only thing I haven’t given up on, and it’s my only escape.
Getting this much off of my chest has helped already, and maybe I just needed to vent.
Nothing much has changed except for the weather.
I need a vacation, and I might need some therapy. I can’t really discuss the reasons behind either because some of these things are a bit personal to just put out here, and others are related to my job as a caretaker and I don’t want to accidentally break any patient confidentiality laws, so I’m just going to say that I’ve been just going and going and going at some capacity without a break and I’m starting to feel it.
Let’s talk about my Stupid Animal Characters™. I’ve been so… emotionally drained and possibly depressed recently that I don’t really feel like anything (Looping back to the “I could use some therapy” thing above). For some reason, I just kinda hate my fursonas. Well, hate is a strong word, but I am just so… detached from them. It didn’t help that I was playing around with some ideas to either redesign or replace some of them, and one day I may be feeling like “Yeah, I’m back!” only for it to crash back into that numbness the next day (or sooner). That skunk I worked on is practically ready, but here’s the thing, there’s not much to him besides a neat design element and I don’t know if that’s worth anything. I drew a fun tanuki character, and played around some concepts I’d either use or subvert, but he doesn’t offer anything that any of my other characters have done. It feels like I don't have an identity anymore, I’m just an account that occasionally faves things and leaves the even rarer comment.
I haven’t really drawn anything since the last time, minus a few sketches for something that didn’t come to fruition and a silly drawing I did for a Tumblr mutual. I’m sitting on a couple of ref sheets that are nearly finished, but like I said in my previous paragraph, I’m just not sure what to do when it comes to my characters.
I’ve actually thought about just leaving the fandom, but I can’t. It’s the only thing I haven’t given up on, and it’s my only escape.
Getting this much off of my chest has helped already, and maybe I just needed to vent.
