I'm kind of just producing scraps and letters and journaling a lot at the moment. I'm ears-deep in therapy and it's unblocked something in me that's resulted in me producing a lot more "raw material" than usual, because I'm trying really hard not to filter or edit myself, giving myself permission to express myself... which is good, but it means a lot of it is just like, not really fit for sharing or needs a lot of editing on down the road to become anything other than a stray thought or feeling or image.
Apart from what I've posted to this forum, the most recent thing I finished was a self-insert fanfic about
milk puzzle [18+, check the warnings on the page for more detail]. It's vent art, and the person it's about could conceivably stumble across it, so... I don't know if I'll post it anywhere at all. But it was very cathartic to write, it was something locked up inside me that my therapists encouraged me to let out onto the page, to stop hating myself for having it in my heart.
It's not particularly extreme, but it was more violent and direct than anything I'd ever managed before. A few months ago I felt sure that I could never write anything like it. Even though I was already writing something like it over and over in my head anyway.
But as regards WIPs... I do have some stuff on hiatus. I have notes for a Pokémon fangame/fanfic that leans into what extracurricular life was like out here in Texas: lotta bus trips, killing time at other campuses, the drudgery of practice.
I have a set of 3k-word or so short stories (and notes for more) that are basically just me indulging in experiences I wish I got to have growing up. Likely won't end up posted anywhere but have been nice to write.
I have notes for an isekai manga script that mostly consists of scenes I had from a dream one night. The idea was essentially like, the MC brought a lot of unresolved trauma with them into this other world, so even though they had "defeated the evil", their internal struggles had resulted in very real collateral damage -- cities vaporized, entire species of pets obliterated, forced prohibition of alcohol -- and meanwhile the MC still feels completely unsatisfied having this power and yet unable to return home and exact revenge or right the wrongs in their own world. Anyway, it's intended to be an exploration of feelings I have about times I've failed or been unable to healthily cope with my own struggles. I don't think I'm ready to write it yet.
Longer term WIPs... I have an anthology that sprung up around the question of "could a civilization set about a 1000000-year-long project and bring it to fruition?". A developed, but isolated star system gets a signal that they interpret as "yeah you got about a million years to get the hell out of here, we're coming through and we will destroy you". As more conventional options end up being dead ends, they set about a process of imbuing their planets, moons, stars with a set of souls that they kind of shape and empower over time through rituals, channeling, occasional sacrifice of exemplary individuals... that sort of thing.
So it effectively becomes about a set of civilizations led by a kind of atomic priesthood that has to grapple with extreme-long-term planning, management of resources, a sort of claustrophobia, unexpected side effects of this process, entire projects and goals and basic knowledges fading into myth, obscurity, oblivion. And I want to explore it not solely as like, novellas detailing what happens, but a multimedia project (convenient excuse to branch out into other types of art I want to take on) with some amount of the works being in-universe works resulting from people living through this sort of thing.
But yeah, right now I'm not in a space where I can directly work on most of it. I'm trying to audit some courses in the fall to sharpen my skills in a more formal setting, so if that happens we'll see what it adds to all this.