Hello there. Just a rambling update from up here. During Freaky Monday (or whatever it was—I don’t observe Black Friday anymore), I purchased Clip Studio Paint, and I’m dealing with that learning curve. My pen is not acting like I can apply pressure on it, and it pisses me off because I want that Manga-style tool, and I’ve yet to figure out how to use it. It’s not my preferences, because I looked at them. I hope it’s not because of the tablet I’m using. For the first time in my life, I’m considering using one of those contribution accounts so I can buy stuff to better my expression of these thoughts I carry up here in my rafters. A new tablet is not an expense I can justify right now. Sigh. I’ll keep trying. No matter what, my drawing will be beautiful.
And gentle. Very gentle. Don’t pretend you don’t like gentle material, because you know you do. Otherwise, this would not be happening:
Of course, I’m not your traditional gentle. That’s why I’m writing the story I’m writing, an extremely awesome collaboration with a very talented artist. Or I wouldn’t be writing the story I’m writing, an exchange with an extremely talented DAZ artist. Or I wouldn’t be participating in Cruel January 2019. Yes, it’s that time again. I’m going to write a “cruel” story that fits my description of cruelty, and because of that, it will win nothing. Watch me not care.
I’m drawing often, which is something I wanted to accomplish this year. I’m getting slightly better at it, and I’m glad, because I’ve been flirting with the idea of doing commissions sometime down the line… maybe a year from now, when I’ve gotten better and faster at it. Or maybe I never will do commissions. I don’t know. It’s been a penchant of mine to create the material I like, and never anything else. Is there a middle ground between what I like and what my imagined commissioners might request of me? I shrugged just now. I don’t know.
I had Chinese food for lunch. I thought you should know that, because months ago I was poisoned by takeout of that sort, and suffered so much I thought I’d never have it again. I shrugged again, because I did, without consequences. Why am I telling you this? Because it’s my way of telling you I’m still amassing fortunes for my Fortune 50 posts. I don’t really see myself hogging a lot of Chinese takeout in the future, so if you’d like to send me photos of your fortunes, please do. I’d like to wrap up that series as soon as possible.
What else? I’m answering my emails now. Please forgive me if I’ve ignored yours. I’m a bad, bad giantess, and I don’t have a lot of extra time for favorite pastimes. On more than one occasion I’ve logged on to Gmail only to fall asleep from exhaustion while staring at my inbox. I’m working on that, as always. Also, I don’t like red velvet cake. Yuck. I can taste the Red 40, and it’s gross. But I love coconut cake. My favorite. Know that when giantesses invade your city, a giant slice of coconut cake might spare you and your loved ones. That bit of knowledge must be absorbed as deeply as any survivalist skill you now possess.
That’s it. I’m writing, I’m drawing, I’m weathering the storm. If you never hear from me again, it’s because I’m blind, or dead, or under the influence of mood-altering drugs that render my libido (and giantessness) inactive. The most likely scenario is that you’ll hear from me again when I post my latest story, one about the usual mental torture I love so much. But yes, I’m a “gentle giantess”.
Update: It’s very important that you know this. I figured out the issue with pen pressure, and it’s because I don’t have a driver installed for my pen tablet, which was a gift. It turns out there are currently none compatible with my Mac, so I’m stuck without pen pressure until I get a new one. And just as I was about to get some new shoes. Crocs, to be precise. Oh, the attractiveness! Rubber shoes… tablet. Rubber shoes > tablet. Rubber shoes… < tablet?