This is the ninety-second issue of The CaT Gazette for all you CUCKS who aren't subscribed (or you normies who just want to browse through back issues).
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Remember to sign up for the Spooktober Horror Contest. As I mentioned the last couple of weeks, it will be canceled if there aren't more participants.
Drawtober's still a thing happening.
I have some new info on my projects coming out on this week's main blog for Fanon Con but don't expect me to recover enough to actually follow through with them.
Fall Fanon Con 2018 is officially underway and underwhelming so far.
This whole Drawtober thing has been leading me to a realization I've been trying to ignore for a long time, but I think I have to face the music here. I'm losing my ability to draw in the same manner as I lost my ability to write. Soon I'm not going to be good for anything.
People don't care about my art anymore and I can't blame them for that in all honesty. It's disappointing, yes, but it's nobody's obligation to spend their time ogling mediocre garbage, and to suggest otherwise seems selfish.
I haven't improved my art in any significant way since 2017, and beyond just stagnating, I'm actively degenerating despite my best efforts. Severe depression will quite literally destroy every valuable portion of your being and leave you as an empty husk, and I don't think a lot of people realize that. People who say "just stop thinking so negatively" or "have you tried yoga" or some such nonsense are frankly naive to the fact that this is an actual disease that can end up killing you (not that I'd mind that at this point).
I don't think I have a point to this beyond just venting so moving on
Drawtober Day 14: Delicate Decay
By ChromastoneandTabby
The most "acceptable" piece I've drawn over the past week. It's not even good, it's just really stylized.
Nothing of note.