…Neither of which I have.
I haven’t done any work lately! I haven’t done any at all in months. I uploaded my ancient Deconstructions to GiantessWorld, and the people who remember me way back in the day were pleased to see that. But other than that, I haven’t been working on any short stories or novels, nothing. I hardly check in on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, anything.
In part, I have to blame Pornhub. Massive collection of giantess videos, from amateur to high production, covering every conceivable angle of giantess erotica. I dove into it, searching, exploring, seeing everything there was to see… and now I’m burned out. The mystique of my fetish was more powerful, more magical when it was locked up in my head. To see it played out, to actually see it with my eyes, takes a lot of the potency away from the fantasy.
Now I’m like… meh.
That’s not good. I paid a local artist for cover artwork for two or three more stories, I have those in a folder, they’re waiting to go. I have two full second drafts of work in storage, also waiting for me to return to them. I still take notes for future stories, scrawling these in notebooks and on scraps of paper. I even figured out how to transcribe my spoken ideas into a Google Doc, via my phone, and collect these in a cloud-based folder of giantess story ideas. That was fun and it’s super handy to have available to me, but honestly, I don’t use it that much.
I think I have to cut myself off from porn, go on a month-long dry spell, and force myself to get back into creative writing. Dig out my old notebooks, draw up some plot lines, see if I can spark the magic once more. Giantesses are such a huge part of my life, I’d be sad to think I’m done with them.