Writer's Ramble – March 2025
So. March.
Launched the site. Wrote a small universe. Got ill. Didn’t stop.
(That last part probably says more about me than I’m comfortable unpacking, but we’re here now.)
This month has been... a lot.
I didn’t so much plan to write an entire cosmological foundation as I did look at my notes, sigh deeply, and mutter “fine, let’s just define reality again.” And somehow, it worked. Sort of. Probably. Reality is now held together by narrative tension, emotional resonance, and maids. As it should be.
Chapter One of The Infinite Elsewhere is out. It is metaphysics held together with footnotes and regret. If you understand it all on the first read, please contact me. I have questions. Possibly an exorcist.
Some of the articles this month were prewritten or half-drafted, which gave me momentum early on. That momentum is now gone, replaced by the yawning abyss of new content. From here on, it’s all fresh work—which means slower updates, more staring at blinking cursors, and frequent visits to the Knotgrave (where I bury drafts that argued with me).
Also: I’ve learned that writing worldbuilding while running on painkillers and toast results in some of the best metaphors I’ve ever created. Coincidence? Almost certainly.
Current Status:
Tired. Sore. Mildly possessed by the spirit of a sarcastic archivist.
Still have tea, though, so we’re good.
The last week of March was less productive because life did the thing it always does—specifically the part where your plans dissolve under unexpected stress and everyone wants something at the same time, usually while you're mid-sentence.
But even with that, this place is starting to feel like something real. And that means a lot.
So What’s Next?
The Infinite Elsewhere continues. I’ve got:
- The Unfathomed on deck, which is my excuse to write about eldritch staircases and realms held together by existential dread and bureaucratic symbolism.
- More Realms—I want to dig deeper into places like the Knotgrave, the Tapestry Beyond, and others that don’t fit neatly into boxes (because the box has teeth).
- Inn Lore—I still need to finish the Garden and properly flesh out what the Inn is. Because apparently "a metaphysical halfway house for narrative orphans" wasn't quite enough.
- More Maid Fanclubs—No, I don’t need help. Yes, I see the problem. No, I’m not stopping.
And after that? We see what Threads pull next.
Thank You (Seriously)
If you’ve left a comment, liked an article, or followed the world—I see you, and I appreciate the hell out of you. I try to reply to everyone, and if I haven’t yet, it’s probably because I was buried under metaphorical (or actual) lore.
Please feel free to ask questions.
Please leave messages.
Please question my sanity.*
*That last one’s a joke. Probably. But let’s be honest—you’ve read the maid articles. You were thinking it.
April’s going to be messier. Slower. But the story isn’t done. And neither am I.
(Unless the Inn eats me. In which case—check the Library.)
~ Moonie Out ~
Was I Every In?
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