lady moodink

dear gentle readers,
          
          i am doing quite well even though no one asks. allow me this small indulgence that the epilogue is quietly taking shape!
          
          a small interruption from the author as she is a wallflower— how have we been? and how does the book sit with you so far? are we composed.. or ever so slightly undone? entertained.. or dangerously attached?
          
          do indulge me with your impressions!
          
          i must admit, i am in need of emotional support. do humor me with your impressions ❤️
          
          some claim they are merely observing.
          yet their silence between pages speaks louder than your eyes.
          
          that’s all!
          
          yours trully,
          lady moodink
          

dear gentle readers,
          
          it seems this author has once again been cornered by deadlines, distractions, but caught by handsome young efrain while writing. 
          
          and here’s an update, we have yet to reach the midpoint of efrain’s perspective, but we have already danced past a rather respectable 7k+ words. 
          
          quite the feat, wouldn’t you agree?
          
          book two, of course, was supposed to commence on the day of the chinese new year— a date chosen for reasons i shall leave to your imagination (and you, i trust, are quite imaginative). yet, alas, life has conspired to delay my pen, and the future chapters remains stubbornly untouched.
          
          do wish me luck, dearest glazzledys, and accept a belated but no less heartfelt happy valentine’s day! fear not, for the story continues, and i shall return with all the intrigue perhaps scandal, that you so dearly crave.
          
          yours truly,
          lady moodink

dear readers, 
          
          turn the page tomorrow. sunday, 12PM— the last column has finally come to an end.
          
          04.02.22-02.06.26
          
          yours truly,
          lady moodink

dearest readers,
          
          this author wishes to offer a small update. 
          
          despite the dreadful sleeping schedule and the ever-threatening quizzes, i still managing to endure.
          
          imagine my vexation, really. chapter 50 should have been finished by now, yet progress has been most difficult. when time appears during the day, the words refuse to come. when evening falls, responsibilities linger until ten, leaving this writer with the choice to surrender to sleep.
          
          and so, in a rather unladylike rebellion, even though i should wake up at five in the morning for later, i allowed myself armed with messy handwriting and stubborn determination for now. i drafted the bullet scenes for chapter 50. imperfect as they are, i now know exactly how the story shall reach its final scene.
          
          what remains is the careful polishing— adding more depth, more feeling, and more of the magic you deserve before it is finally placed into your hands.
          
          rest assured, i am giving this last chapter my very best. if i seem delayed, it is only because i cannot help but wonder if there is still something more to add, something i might have overlooked. after all… this is the end.
          
          and endings, dear readers, must never be rushed.
          
          yours truly,
          lady moodink

dearest readers-in-waiting, 
          
          I am pleased very pleased to announce that we have arrived at chapter 50! the final chapter in drafts. 
          
          I am happy that in a month I wrote four chapters, unusual things in my chamber.
          
          alas, a small scandal follows. my body clock is in desperate need of correction and must be tamed to function like a proper member of society. 
          
          no migraines, do not worry— but I feel rather absent from the world, all thanks to scandalous sleeping habits.
          
          you have my word! once my body clock returns to order, no matter how tired I may be and as long as academics allow, I shall resume to write the last chapter and provide you the last set of columns. then we are set to bound to epilogue.
          
          yours truly,
          lady moodink

dear readers in-waiting,
          
          a quick update. we are down to the final two chapters in drafts. i have only just finished chapter 48, and i must confess -consider this your spoiler- this is a bloody chapter.
          
          not literally bloody, of course, but an experience.
          
          unsettling to write, unsettling for the characters to endure, and, dare i say, unsettling for you, future readers, to witness.
          
          yours truly,
          lady moodink

dear gentle readers,
          
          it would be most dishonest not to admit that my finals have taken rather more than their fair share from me— left no crumbs, with even the smallest trace of creative spirit entirely gone. i now find myself attempting a quiet redemption through a season of luxurious pause, hoping to reawaken the other side of me that has been so quite thoroughly exhausted. whether time will be generous enough to lead me back to the page within these weeks remains to be seen.
          
          to no one’s surprise, i am presently without internet access— an absence particularly unkind to one who depends upon it daily.
          
          still, let this serve merely as an update, never a conclusion. the book shall continue, of course, with only six chapters left to be told.
          
          merry christmas to all!
          
          in addition, balik kana itsmoodymind please.
          
          yours truly,
          lady moodink
          
          

dearest readers,
          
          rumor has it and i can confirm that we have reached the dazzling heights of 1k followers and almost 14k reads! quite the social achievement, is it not? yet while celebration calls that we need an update— unfortunately fate has conspired otherwise. 
          
          it pains me to say this hence this author is currently battling the monstrous duo of finals and thesis defense, leaving no time for the delicious scandal of writing.
          
          thus, with the heaviest of sighs, i must report that the next and final five columns shall not grace your hands until january 2026.
          
          yours truly,
          lady moodink

dear glazzledys ,
          
          it has been nearly four months since the last five columns graced your eyes. do take note, the next columns shall unveil the second-to-last set this evening at six. best prepare your mood— and your curiosity!
          
          yours truly,
          lady moodink

dearest gentle readers, (i missed doing this)
          
          it seems your ever-dramatic lady moodink has, at long last, resurfaced. more than a month has passed since my last letter— a scandalous absence, i must admit. yet do forgive me, for the days have been most unforgiving. october, in particular, has proven dreadfully demanding— a chaos of academics, household matters, and one’s own troubled thoughts.
          
          i also didn’t kept my word to steal a time for you readers as i choose to prioritize an attempt to redeem my scholarly reputation (a noble effort, truly), yet fate decided otherwise. 
          
          and so, in the hours of my despair, here i am, seeking comfort in the only thing that still makes sense, writing. chapter 44 has been completed at last.
          
          brace yourselves, dear readers, for chapter 45 now waits in the wings.
          
          yours truly,
          lady moodink