I’m third listening to “Bones” as I write, and I can see why I stopped watching the show. The fifth season’s first episode was a complete waste of a perfectly good Cindy Lauper, and it makes me fume it’s so dumb. I don’t have cable TV so I have no idea what’s happened in the show from that point on (aside from a few spoilers people that allegedly love me insist on revealing to me), so if you tell me anything about it, I’ll know the kind of person you are. 😡
What else? On writing, I’m striving to veer away from my usual trope, and exploring my thoughts on various other size-related situations I’ve imagined in the distant past, and recently. I’m always going to return to writing about that woman that wants a shrunken man and stops at nothing to get what she wants. That part of me is inextinguishable and will continue to be present in what I write. I’m just trying something new.
That new thing is… not really new. It’s been a part of me since the beginning of me, and I’m still maneuvering the best way to bring it into my writing. I’m not going to share every Dark Undersquid thought I have because some are quite terrifying, but you’ve begun to see hints of her undercurrent here and there.
In other news, I’m thinking more and more about my podcast. It doesn’t exist yet, and who knows if it ever will, but I’m amusing myself pondering about it. There “will” be songs, streaming of my size creativity, interviews with real and imaginary people, audiobooks, and all sorts of healthful fun. I’ll probably be booed off the Internet stage, but I won’t care and I won’t budge. Try to get a giantess to move one single inch. Impossible.
Also, I’ve been looking at footage taken by drones. When it’s captured as the drone lifts off, I get the best growth visual ever. It’s delightful. Do any of you ever grab your camera and film your shrinking perspective? And I also watch drone videos taken during flights over city streets. That’s my perspective. That’s what the world looks like to me, all the time.
I’m off to draw. Be good down there.