When I was deciding what to call this space, a place to share thoughts behind the work, the process, the doubts, the sparks, I didn’t want something polished or performative. I wanted something honest. Something that captured what it feels like to try to make stories that matter.

Eventually, I landed on The Making of Meaning.

On the surface, it sounds like a craft journal. And it is, in part. But it’s also a kind of quiet dedication to something deeper.
It’s about the act of creating with purpose. The wrestling. The wondering. The fear. The part of writing, and living that asks, “Does this mean anything? Will it resonate? Is it worth it?”

And, yes, the acronym made me smile: MOM.

An inside joke maybe. But not just that.

In the world of Durajan, the Mother is the origin of all things; life and death, joy and suffering, silence and song, pleasure and pain. She’s not soft, not always kind, but she is true. The Mother is the bearer of beginnings and the witness to all that unfolds. In some ways, the process of storytelling feels like an offering to her. It's an attempt to shape something meaningful from the raw clay of experience.

So, while the title is a bit of wordplay, it’s also deeply personal. Because the most meaningful things in any world, whether fictional or not, tend to come through struggle, through care, through the slow and painful and often frightening act of bringing something new into being. From the understanding that nothing worth having comes easy.

That’s what this space is for.
Not polished essays. Not perfect answers.
Just the practice of making meaning, and maybe, finding something real along the way.