DREAMS OF A LOST MOONCHILD

So I have been working on a story, and it’s no secret that I suck at environmental descriptions, mostly because I find it ridiculously boring to do. I am however aware that in a futuristic story like this – it’s needed.

I didn’t want it to come off as freaking Fallout, but much more Grim Dark’ish without all the hocus pocus stuff. That is actually harder to do than one might think. For now I am still fleshing out the plot, because that changed when I got to writing – when does it not? like my muses have a life of their own.

The reason for this entry is just to let you know that I am here, regardless of my mental meltdown (I am prone to those) – but I also am a pretty resolute person, and I stayed absolutely true to my decision to not update or socialize online, and I am happier for it.

I know it looks like I can’t deal with criticism, which isn’t the case, cause if you knew me, you’d know that I actually welcome it as long as it’s constructive. It is about feeling isolated. And the more I tried to communicate and got nothing back, the more bitter I got. And if there’s one thing my life is too short for, it’s being bitter at the fucking internet. seriously. So my solution was to stop doing what made me sad and angry – communicate. And I also know it sounds wild when I say that there is no engagement whatsoever, but that is the brutal truth. And I also know it’s my own fault for alienating people who I used to know.

But there we have it.

Since I can’t drum up a living person to help me out with my plot problem, I have to rely on AI to ping pong ideas off, and I did find a method that works, so that’s good. My issue is mainly because I am trying to incorporate a plot idea my daughter gave me – it needs to be tweaked but it might work.

I have a fuckton of crochet stuff I plan on updating soon, like 3 patterns and some finished products.

So I’m just checking in, and letting you know – all is well in my bubble.