Lately I've taken to doing the underdrawing for my work in coloured pencil (specifically Fabber Castell watercolour pencils) which I think, in addition to my new style is helping to improve my artwork.
It started with just laying out the basic shapes in blue pencil and has quickly evolved into a handful of different colours for different tasks - base shapes, rough details, background, foreground - and like many new things I've tried along my journey to become a half-decent artist I'm finding myself saying "Why the fuck didn't I try this sooner?".
That's something I love about learning art, those moment of face-palming, head-slapping, realisation. It's why I never understand artists who don't want to play outside the narrow scope of their personal interests - and there's a lot of those here on dA - you're missing out on these wonderful moments.
Personally I'd rather become decent at drawing a bunch of things/styles than become perfect* at drawing one single type of character over and over again, that may keep me in the unpopular club but we have better snacks at our meetings anyway.
All-in-all it really does seem to be helping me with my largest problem - stiffness - but to be honest time will tell on that one.
Right now I'm mostly concentrating on illustrations for my novels (and planning the Sh!t Happens reboot) so I don't have a lot of time for random deviantArt pieces but I have been spending this morning doing the underdrawing for about a dozen pics - a mix of OCs and fan art, surprisingly after my latest posts, mostly non-nude stuff - however since I'm planning to do a marathon writing session tonight I probably won't have any finished pieces up for a couple of weeks.
*more often than not these "perfect" pieces are riddled with flaws (anatomy/lighting/etc) but they look flashy enough to fool people who don't know better. Not that there's anything wrong with flawed art, just don't call it perfect.
On a completely separate note, I met a pretty cool chick the other day - nothing's going to happen there, I may not ever see them again, that's not the point - for the most part my usual self-consciousness and insecurities decided to keep themselves hidden and for the first time in years I was able to be the funny, somewhat eloquent person I used to be before depression took me out of the game...
...it felt good.