Hello, everyone! It’s been a short while since I last posted anything, not that anyone is keeping track. In fact, I imagine I’m quite easily forgotten, at least until I randomly pop back up in your memory as would the ramifications of a severe hangover after a night of binge drinking and raucous debauchery. That’s all right, of course; I usually go through periods of several months without posting anything, which…probably doesn’t mean much if you’re here for the art I commission, nor is the pattern particularly atypical or egregious for me. But if you’re here for my written content, I realize this isn’t ideal. I apologize for that, but I’m also happy that you care enough to want more from me. It’s nice to know someone thinks of me.

As promised, I’m here with an update for anyone who cares. You’re free to move along otherwise; I don’t imagine there will be much of value for you here. And, like most of my writing, it’s probably a load of pretentious word vomit besides.


(Re-)Introduction

For those who don’t know me, whether you’re a recent follower or just randomly deciding to read this, allow me to introduce myself.

Greetings, again! My name is Aeonis, or Cen Aeonis if you prefer. (Either one is fine, as long as it’s the first one.) I’ve been in the furry community for 15 years now and have comparably little to show for it next to my peers. To the surprise of some, however, I do more than commission art and type out little snippets of lewd self-masturbatory imagination on Twitter. I also dabble in the occasional bit of content creation myself, my area of expertise being the written word, most of which you can find in my gallery—minus, of course, my earliest works, which never existed in the first place.

We don’t talk about those; I don’t know what you mean.

Unfortunately, I don’t post an excessive amount of original content, though I appreciate everyone who reads said content! I enjoy writing stories that people like, and I especially enjoy exploring themes that others in the babyfur/greater ABDL community don’t usually touch. That being said, my writing style can best be described as flowery, impenetrable, perhaps even excessive at times. It’s an acquired taste, the same way cilantro is. Personally, I like the soapy texture.

Now that the preamble is out of the way, I have a few matters to discuss, short- and long-term.


Upcoming Projects

I currently have a mini-scene story in the concept/outlining phase of production. I started it months ago, shortly after the last two pieces I posted, but, ah…I’ll be honest, I got extremely distracted. COVID-19 emotional exhaustion didn’t help my motivation much either. But I’m planning to resume work on it by the end of September, and it should hopefully only require, at worst, a couple weeks to hammer out and polish.

The story itself is…maybe a little different from what you usually see here on FurAffinity. Some action, some magic, some guns—general mature themes with a splash of diapers, but not unnecessarily included. I’m hoping you all enjoy it.

After that’s complete, I’d like to produce more mini-scene stories in the future, since the first two were well-received. It helps that they’re short and easily digestible, and as much as I prefer long-form narratives, I recognize it’s easier to invest yourself in something succinct. It also helps me recharge after I spend a month doing nothing with my free time except typing, editing, and polishing the same sprawling document of a story.

Speaking of which…


Shattered Update

I wanted to give a brief update on my major story project, Shattered, as I know at least a few readers are actively invested in it. (I sincerely appreciate you folks, by the way!)

Shattered is still coming along—slowly, but surely. Because I hit a roadblock with Chapter 4, I’ve temporarily paused work on it while I cement some details and chart the course for the future. That’s not to say I’m writing the story spontaneously, however; Chapter 4 just needs to be formally outlined and written, which takes an amount of drive, discipline, and also time that I presently lack. The idea is there; the words are not.

I’ll get it done, and I’ll work on dedicating time to it more frequently as well. It would be nice to work on a chapter every other month, so that I can finish this thing sometime in the next decade.


Commissions?

Lastly, this is a topic that comes up here and there. I’ve had at least a few people now express interest in commissioning a story from me. And…well, that’s a strange feeling—oddly flattering, but also awkward and undeserved. I don’t consider my work anywhere near good enough to be worth anyone’s purchase. Then again, we’re each our own harshest critic…

At this time, I’m afraid I’m not considering opening up story commissions, launching a Patreon, or establishing any other mechanism of selling/promoting my work. I definitely appreciate the interest, and I’ve given it more than a passing thought. The prospect is both terrifying yet exciting to me all at once. Still, I don’t feel comfortable doing it right now, having weighed the pros and cons to find the downsides significantly heavier on the scale.

Some of the biggest reasons:

• I don’t have the discipline needed to establish a proper workflow that would allow me to commit to a solid or even semi-solid deadline; I don’t even know what this would look like yet. My general productivity needs improvement.
• I would need to be extremely selective about what ideas I’m willing to write. A concept has to interest me (and hold my interest) if I’m to produce my best work. This isn’t something I’m ready to reconcile just yet, and I don’t want to disappoint anyone by dismissing their commission pitch outright.
• I’m not sure I could set a price that’s both fair for myself and fair for a commissioner. I don’t mean I need to research what others are doing first; I mean it’s physically impossible, in my mind, to hit that sweet spot. I overshoot all estimates, always, because I’d prefer an idea be completely developed and well-paced with a high word count than rushed to fit inside a low word count. As a result, the end product would always have a few thousand extra words, and how I address that inevitability is still uncertain.

With the above in mind, I’m not ruling commissions out entirely. Maybe in the future, once I’ve addressed the laundry list of issues I have, I’ll reconsider the possibility. For now, I’m simply happy that people have read my work and genuinely wanted something like it for themselves. It’s a great honor.


Story Requests/Suggestions?

Now, commissions aren’t currently feasible, but requests, conversely, are another matter.

Rather ironically—indeed, rather comically—I find the idea somehow more palatable than commoditizing my work. Sometime in the future, I think I’d like to occasionally open the floor to story requests or suggestions for my next mini-scene story topic or theme, either of which might include people’s characters. The details are still fuzzy, but consider it my way of compromising—allowing myself full creative control, while presenting an opportunity for others to influence the input. This also means, effectively, that you could hypothetically be gifted a small story without having to commission it. Everyone’s happy, maybe?

To be clear, I’m not taking requests right now. I’m saying I may open them up in the future, and how commonly I accept them, or what conditions there may be, has yet to be determined. I at least wanted to float the idea first to drum up some light excitement, since I know temporarily axing the idea of commissions is going to feel demoralizing. Don’t worry; I still want to provide you all a chance to receive something from me. At the end of the day, this might be the best way to do so.


Wrap-Up

That’s all for now. If you bothered to read this far: first, you probably could have done something better with your time, just like I could have in posting this; second, thank you nonetheless for entertaining me.

Don’t be a stranger. uwu

It occurs to me I never posted any of the commissioned art I've received over the past year to FA, only to Twitter (@Cen_Aeonis). I'll be rectifying that over the course of the next day. Not that it matters overmuch, but expect a slow trickle rather than a precipitous downpour; I don't want to overwhelm your notifications.

And for those who follow me for my original written works, I might post a small update journal soon discussing what I've been doing. I should hopefully have something new to share within the next month, provided I can find the time to write it.

Thanks for bearing with me. uwu

There's nothing wrong with an unpopular opinion. The next time you feel like expressing one, though, stop and consider why it's unpopular before you open your mouth to eject a stream of bile. Believe whatever you want; just don't be an asshole openly, especially when it comes to how others spend their money. If you've got a problem, keep it private or at the very least civil, else you become a spectacle -- a shining, living example of how not to conduct yourself in a public forum full of artists and commissioners.

Trust me. No one needs to give you a soapbox; no one needs to tolerate your unreasonable petulance; no one needs your unwarranted, self-important criticisms. That's the whole reason I don't give my opinions around random strangers anymore unless they want it. I have my share of bad ones, but I restrain myself and rephrase myself before presenting them, because I simply don't have it in me to tear people down with them. I've been there; it's not a fun time for anyone.

So stay classy, my fuzzy friends. <3 Drama is a beautiful car crash for people to watch, not so much a fabulous experience to be in.

I just finished my latest term of university and, with it, a rather lengthy writing project to cap things off. After a week’s worth of straight typing, though, I don’t feel any motivation to work on my personal story endeavors, not when my fingers still throb from the flurry of keystrokes.

Instead, I thought it better in the meantime to ask all of you, those who watch me – and, I suppose, those who care to respond – for any babyfur/diaperfur/general AB/DL story recommendations. I have a few in my queue already that demand my attention, but I could use more for when the well runs dry. This can include both classics and recent works, the childish and the mature, the heartfelt and the depressing – whatever was noteworthy enough that you wish to share it with me. Sexual themes don’t bother me; considering I have my fair share of bizarre, questionable kinks, I would like to think I’m very open-minded. All I care about here is quality. For that, I’m willing to sit through subjects that don’t interest me personally, if nothing but for the sake of a good story.

That said, before you rush in and gush about all your favorites, I’d first like to tell you what I’m not looking for:

- No slice-of-life stories. I would prefer it have a direction that extends beyond characters’ daily lives and their aimless wanderings.
- No simple conflicts. If the high point of the plot essentially boils down to a character grappling with whether or not they want to be a baby, I don’t believe it will hold my attention.
- No “fap fics.” There should be more to the plot than setting up a scenario for two characters (or more, or less) to fuck each other senseless until morning. (Deviancy alongside an actual story, however, is fine.)

I realize that eliminates roughly 90% of all works in our niche of the fandom. That’s fine – preferable, even. What I want most is something well-written, something with an interesting concept driving it, something with more effort and forethought given to it than a passing desire for instant gratification. An author's personal fantasies without substance or intrigue just don't do it for me anymore.

…Ahem. Forgive me. I let the pretense slip for a moment.

My point is, share with me your favorites, plug your work for me to read, point me toward writers whose stories you love, etc. I won’t criticize them or your tastes, including if they break any of the above rules. Really, I’m simply eager to see what the community has come up with while I wasn’t looking.

Because, between work and school, my will to write is essentially nonexistent right now.

...I wish I had a shred of poetic wisdom to share tonight, but complaining is the best I can do.

I suppose, as happens oft lately, conversations with my local writer friend are predestined to spawn these sorts of ramblings. Truthfully, I've been feeling the urge to make an entry in the journal lately, but I've had nothing of worth to express that wouldn't betray an impression of pretense. It's a unique position to be in -- when you've been around in the babyfur writing community for as "long" as I have, and when you've simultaneously gifted it as seemingly little as I have. Given that, I'm self-aware enough not to speak as an authority, as if my word had any value.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Perhaps it's the introversion, or perhaps it's the professional voice bubbling to the surface, but I don't typically enjoy centering the conversation around myself; I can be proud, confident, even arrogant and critical at times, but I'm too afraid of loosing my hold of my shadow, for fear of destroying what good standing I still have. Instead, if I'm to communicate, I would rather present a discussion we can all rally around.

So, as the title implies, I'd like to ask readers and writers alike a question -- one that I have a personal stake in asking.

What does it take for a story to engage you? What keeps your attention locked to the pages? In other words, what do you, personally, consider a "good read"? And -- most crucially -- why does it engage you?

To these questions, and more, I've found it harder to answer them as the types of stories I like to read have grown rarer in recent years. Anyone who has talked with me on the subject knows I don't flock toward typical fare; I'm more demanding than that. Just as everyone else, I have guilty pleasures all the same, but I could still tear them apart for their flaws without sentiment, like a bitter, angry vulture. Until recently, I could never parse why this was -- why I wanted to pen tales the community as a whole seemed to shift away from. I still feel, in keeping with my previous journal, that homogenization is rampant as ever in "babyfur writing." But as laughable as that phrase might seem, time and again I find exceptions to the rule, ones that prove this genre, above all, is still my home.

Introspection. Emotion. Conflict. Meaning. Depth.

Any one of these has the means to engage me, to grip me into their world, so long as they are genuine. I read to feel emotionally satisfied, not to feel better about myself. I read to immerse myself in fantasies, not to fulfill my own fantasies. I read to experience powerful, visceral, gut reactions, sensations I can't quite put into words but for their capacity to remind me...I'm still human. Above all, I read, and write, to share in the experience, mature as a person, and step away from reality into sprawling worlds painted with careful strokes.

None of these concepts are foreign to "babyfur" ideals, yet none of them are achieved without effort; they are neither inherent nor innate, but imparted. I hold them in my mind as a standard that every writer should aspire to, and anything that falls short can never interest me. It may sound dismissive or condescending, critical or pretentious, but it can never be truer than now. Should I ever favorite your work, take it as the highest compliment from someone harder to please.

I'm interested to hear everyone else's opinion on the subject. So, again: What engages you, and why?

Late-night musings with a local friend and fellow (babyfur) writer brought forth in my heart the familiar pangs of nostalgia.

I don't think anything we remember with such saccharine perfection can ever live up to our expectations of it, but they reminded me of when I first started writing under this name nine years ago, back when our little circle of the fandom was in its relatively early years of cohesion. I think many of us know of or remember FoxTalesTimes -- a community born of kindred spirits and artistic vision, cultivating creative minds within its fold.

Perhaps it sounds like I'm waxing poetic, but I'm not the only one to remember those days, both good and bad. I was a part of that "generation," of sorts, as a fledgling writer who would rather forget the paths he strayed to. For writers -- for all artists -- it's a paradox all its own to despise our embarrassing failures, our early work, and our first steps into shaping the world with our own hands while embracing the imperfections that led us to maturity. It's a catharsis we all go through, to say we never stop holding ourselves to a higher standard.

And now, as my generation has passed the torch, I look ahead and see that the roads aren't as gilded as I remember them.

I owe someone particular an apology for comments and confusion from some months ago. I suppose willful ignorance kept me from understanding how rightfully jaded people were toward the quality and quantity of today's writing community. Now I see, just as we've gained bright stars, so too have we lost them. There are those who may keep this community afloat, but it has yet to counterbalance its grave losses. I took too long to notice, and by then it was too late, for my part, to work towards its recovery.

To them, I'm sorry. I don't know how much of my own words I even believe anymore.

In some ways, the community has become splintered, and many from the aforementioned "Golden Age" have either moved on, stopped producing, or produce very little, myself included -- something I've been working to change, even if my skulking in the shadows has gone thus far unnoticed. People have stopped expanding; there is little variety, no shame for the stereotypes and tropes seared into our brains from years of exposure. People have stopped improving; no one writes to tell a story with depth and a semblance of significance and meaning. Those with the experience to know better settle for less, without mind for the tools of our trade that give stories their aesthetic value -- the flow, the grammar, the pacing, the hooks, the intrigue. "Show, don't tell" has turned into "tell it now, because this moment of gratification is fleeting, and their attention spans are too impossibly short to appreciate it."

And I know I'm not being gentle, nor am I being entirely fair. There are writers with new, unique takes on this "genre" who have gotten not only due recognition, but due respect. I'm grateful to those keeping the dream alive where those whose interests or allotments of time have waned; I'm indebted to those with a commitment to quality. But to neither side will I name champions or offenders, because my bias is not as important as the observations driving it.

I don't say these things to denigrate or demonize the new generation as a cancer, as if I were in any position of superiority. I say these things because, I suppose, I too have become jaded, and it hurts me to see the ways our community of writers and readers alike has remained silent amongst itself, powerless to demand better from those capable of it.

I'm not looking to argue or even defend this position. It's not a popular stance, but it's one that needs to be said. If nothing else, should you come away from this read with anything, be it indignation or shame, take it with a grain of salt. There are people like me that take some measure of guilt in their honest opinion.

Because this thing's been going on for eighteen pages, and it never ends. Someone should tell me to stop already.

So here we are, a little over my one-month deadline I outlined three journals back for my "first chapter." I should clarify, when I said "first chapter," I was being disingenuous with my use of the word. I guess I meant the introduction or, in essence, the prologue; the fabled Chapter 0.

I've battled with numerous external forces preventing me from accomplishing my goals, and ultimately, I suppose I failed. But then, in a bizarre way, I succeeded beyond expectations. Even my original vision couldn't account for everything I wanted to include on the path to plot development, and the end result, by my estimates, will be somewhere between twenty and twenty-two pages, Size 12 font, Time New Roman, proper formatting (indents, proper paragraph styling, etc.), and -- the total that genuinely matters -- 12,000 words.

Not a bad milestone for my first project.

Wish me luck on this thing. I'm not so proud to think anyone was keeping track, but if you're wondering where the update has been, now you know. :D I'm aiming to have it finished by the end of the week.

Today's a bit of a boring day for me with little in the way of internet access. I have an emergency dental appointment to attend and graduation forms to file, and half of my day, courtesy of the city bus system, is dedicated to travel. So, in the interim, I thought I'd make today productive, or at the very least enlightening, even if I can't be at my computer.

I have a question for everyone, but particularly artists/writers:

Creatively speaking, what do you struggle with? What element of your art is your weakest area?

Mine is dialogue.

I don't just mean character interaction, but all the problems that arise from tailoring speech. It's more complicated than it sounds because there are so many dimensions to consider, and there are barriers separating decent writing from believable writing.

Does it make sense? Can the audience understand what they're talking about? If not, is that intentional? Sometimes, it's important not to give away too much, else you risk dumping exposition on a reader and selling your plot short.

Does it sound too ridiculous? I've never been one for cheesy dialogue, even when it's appropriate -- much as I understand quite a few people in our community tolerate or even embrace it. It feels forced, unnatural, and unintelligent.

Is it the right tone? How characters talk depends on a lot of external factors, including mood, setting, plot, thoughts, emotions, subtext, and context. Tone referring to how someone talks is also reactionary to another's lines of dialogue. Is it necessary to describe tone, or is it better to let the reader infer details?

Does it flow naturally? In other words, is what they're saying and how they're saying it appropriate given the conversation and its end result? Do the characters play off one another in a way that sounds like an actual, intelligible discussion?

Does it sound rigid? Dialogue is dynamic, not stiff or motionless; it has to play itself out and sound natural. If a character says something no one in their right mind would ever say, whether it's stupid or not, there needs to be a legitimate reason for it.

Is it paced properly? Is it supposed to sound fast, slow, or somewhere in-between? Does the writing between each character's dialogue contribute to this sense of pace?

There's a lot more I could muse about on this matter, but I'm interested to hear your replies, and my bus ride is nearly finished. So tell me: What is your greatest problem with your art?

Persistence.

There are a lot of uncomfortable truths out there for aspiring artists (and I use the term loosely to apply to all forms of art). These are things you have to come to terms with, sooner or later, about the creative process. The most devastating sickness you will ever know as a creator is apathy. It's a virulent disease that saps the passion away from your work. It goes by a lot of names -- writer's block, creative burnout -- but it has the same face of hopelessness no matter what form it takes.

Those are real problems that end our ambitions, and not just simple words someone can tell you to ignore. I think almost every artist has struggled with their art and their motivation to produce it. There's only so long you can smash your face against a brick wall and expect it to crumble before your bones turn to dust. But for some of us, the ones who are hardened by disappointment, when we set goals or hold ourselves to expectations -- or when others hold us to those expectations -- we become so tired of that disappointment that we don't care about apathy anymore.

When you become apathetic about apathy, you start to understand why persistence, perseverance, and concentration are the greatest feelings in the world. They are the pillars of progress that your work rests safely upon, and your well-being and positive sense of self depend on them to be strong.

That's what it means sometimes to stop caring about how you feel and just try. Even if you don't feel like it -- even if you don't feel like anything will come of it -- you have to try, even if it means failure.

I learned that truth after many painful years of apathy. I've always been a procrastinator -- a real, career procrastinator, whose wandering mind doesn't just rest when you put it down in front of a screen, close every window and shut every distraction, and tell it to work. But this past week has taught me a lot about myself and why I stopped writing.

I wasn't willing to try.

These assurances don't work for everyone; they're just empty words, like a placebo, until you prescribe some meaning behind them for yourself. Apathy is a devastating illness, a very real one at that, and it sucks your desires dry until you feel like abandoning the things you once loved. It's a lot like depression, in a way, by which I mean it's not something you can fix by talking through it; it always lingers in the back of your mind, thriving and feeding on your doubts.

But like depression, apathy is a very flawed malady of the mind. You can either ride it out, or, with enough will, you can overpower it. You can control it, or you can choose to let it control you. No matter what, you have to want success to achieve it. You have to want that improvement for it to matter. You have to want that finished product for you to reach that. In other words, you have to care. We use goals to motivate us to care about seemingly insurmountable obstacles, because goals are just a way for us to light the fire under our asses.

It doesn't work for everyone, but when I see it that way, I find motivation even on the days I don't feel like opening up Word.

Staring at these pages of fresh, new words, it feels like I've found an old friend again. And I can tell you this much: the satisfaction of knowing people will see what I've made is the whole reason I create. It takes a while every day to reach that state of enlightenment, but when I do, I sit down, swallow my pride, and put my pen to the paper. I type my thoughts and call myself stupid for my past self's mistakes. I come back after every night and build upon success.

As long as you have the time to set aside for it, and as long as you really care about it, you're the one in control of it. You have to try; you have to persist.

Don't blame anyone but yourself if you can't even do that.

(Apologies in advance for the musings. You're all free to ignore this journal if you'd like, but I have a thought I need to express, and I don't expect, nor want, everyone to care. I'm not that proud.)

So, hello, everyone! Happy New Year and all that. :D

I've...been thinking about something lately.

These past months since I lost my job and finished school for a short while, I've had all the time in the world to myself to procrastinate and entertain myself. Sitting here in solitude this fine evening (or morning, for you normal folk with normal sleeping schedules) has been making me think, though.

I've been thinking about a lot of things: who I am, where I've gone, how I've gotten here, and every existential question in-between. I've thought about life. I've thought about...un-life. But most of all, I've thought about my hobbies...or rather...my passions -- what used to be the one skill, the one pride in myself, that I valued more than anything else. And realizing how little I've done when everyone else has moved on...well, it's made me regret where my life has gone, but more in the sense of wasted potential.

But I'm proud to say, for the first time, I'm starting to hit a lull in my life where I'm finally turning my attention back toward my writing again. I guess I find my mind drifting these days to a major project of mine that's been two years in planning. It's the same one I hinted in one of my previous journals -- something I've yet to act on, simply due to the sheer size and the absurd attention to detail it takes to keep everything consistent in my notes. All this time, ideas evolved, themes developed, and something that was merely a passing fantasy turned into a much larger commentary with a life all its own.

It's actually...a little intimidating. I've made progress without actually making progress, just so I can make progress one day.

Tonight was an important step for me, however. This is probably the first night in the longest time I finally started to sift through my hundred-plus pages of pure scribblings and start organizing the data. I'm not trying to place significance to something otherwise so mundane. I'm sure there are still some of you who remember my stories all those years ago with some fondness, but the trend, as with any of my ideas, is always that I just...lose interest. It happened with my last project too. I got so lost in how to tell the story that I worried no one cared anymore.

Not this time.

I've finally had enough of waiting.

I've had enough of stagnating.

I've had enough of keeping these ideas to myself.

Most of all, I've had enough of them being just..."ideas." I've always had a coherent story, but until they are words on the paper, they can never be a "story."

These past however-many-years, I've watched everyone else tell their tales from the sideline like a remnant of a bygone era. Now it's time I tell you mine. It's time I actually deliver on a promise to be better, because I don't think I've ever felt this passionate about something, let alone something I've had a hand in creating.

My New Year's resolution, the biggest one, is to have the first chapter of my new story out by the end of the month. I'm not taking the easy way, either; I won't slap together four pages and call it finished. I want to show you all quality. I'm ashamed to say that I can't place this to my regular screen name, for reasons that will be clear soon enough, but as I said before, I'll let everyone know when it's up.

I'm done being mediocre.

Doubtful any of you watching me were there these past few days, but if you saw the guy in the mage challenge mode armor, that was almost certainly me. :D I had a ton of fun cosplaying my first year and may very well post a picture when I get home. It was a very elaborate costume, and I have my friend  Goldenkitty to thank for all her hard work.

Hopefully you guys will see me around. I'll admit, I adore the attention too much. >/////>

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As a fellow Oregon fur, I sincerely wish I could help. However, the least I can do is pass on the message.

Well, I've gained a few watchers since my most recent uploads. I figured I'd thank everyone here instead of doing so personally on everyone's page because, let's be frank, that's wayyyy too much effort for me after I've cleared my notifications. So thank you! It's nice to know people like what they see.

Speaking of, let's talk writing, because I've gotten questions, compliments, and pokes about my stories from a few of you.

I'd originally intended to have more of my work to show, but seeing as life and other priorities get in the way of these passions, I've been too busy to really write anything substantial aside from a long, eighty-plus-page scribble of notes and excerpts for an upcoming major project. Long story short, though, I am working on new projects, perhaps even continuations of old ones. I'm not proud enough of my visible work so far to stop there; if I could, I'd burn my old work from existence, but that's just Old Shame talking. Just trust me when I say you have much to look forward to.

That brings me to an...awkward point, however.

Right now, my focus is a fetishy story of the nature that might squick many of you. It's still highly artistic, in my opinion, but it's not something that, for personal reasons, I will have attached to this name. I'm set to start writing it soon, so be on the lookout! I'll make a vague mention when it's up, and I'd recommend checking it out if you have an open mind. I consider it an evolution from the style I used in Puppy, or at least slightly less "flowery" if I had to quantify it. (Minimalism is not my thing, though; in fact, Hemingway is my mortal enemy.)

I'll keep in touch a bit more. I'm still alive, just in a dormant stupor of schoolwork and responsibilities.

Me in a dress? Never!

(Bet you expected an update or something, but you'll have to settle for being sorely disappointed instead. I have projects in the works, but until college stops killing my creative drive, you won't be hearing about them!)