So I cut the shackles and changed my name

And I shed my past like skin on a snake

But I came so far to get lost at sea

Oh, where the hell am I supposed to be?

And the sirens scream down every road

While the signs light up, "This way to gold"

But I'm attached to my worst enemy

Oh, who the hell am I supposed to be?

~ run away girl – Alice Merton

I know this is another extremely, extremely late progress report. I honestly have no excuse – this week was rough and I really did not feel like writing or talking about it, but things have gotten a bit better so you get a bonus week and a half.

Projects

The Glitter Force archiving proper is in progress! I managed to get all the Netflix HQ rips about two days shy of its removal, and I’m slowly working on uploading them to the Internet Archive. I’m almost done with Smileforce season 1 right now, but it’s a bit slow because of size (each batch of episode dubs that I’m uploading is about 7-10 GBs each, give or take) and general upload speed times, so as a result, each batch of five episodes takes about a day and a half to two days to upload. Things on other projects have been slow because due to Bad Brains™ I have not been able to write much.

That being said, I’ve been slowly shaking it. I’m nearly done with the first draft of Return of the Trap Masters’ first chapter, and I also finished my LatAm Spanish dub dream cast for CHS and started a barebones German dub one. I’ve even been drawing a little more! Hopefully I can catch my stride again…

How’ve you been, Tilde?

You know how sometimes it feels like something good happens, and then right afterwards the whole world comes crashing down and becomes terrible? Yeah, that’s how I’m feeling. It felt like things were calming down, but then the election happened and now I’m fearing for what’ll happen next year, and my parents got into another huge fight a little after that which made me feel even worse.

Thankfully, my mental health’s been getting better. I did manage to go out for a little bit and felt like a human being again, and I’ve been feeling better now that I’m forcing myself to write regularly again. Just tired still. Exhausted. Not looking forward to 2025.