Webs We Weave

I came to the realization that in all of my writing, be it novel or short story, poem or prose, I am weaving a web. Everything seems so individual and unconnected (not to be confused with disconnected, mind you), but really, they all are just different threads in a tapestry of worlds and timelines and planes of existence. Portete* was the anchor for them all initially, but story by story, word by word, page by page, I began to see the blank areas filling in. Nassau and Strumpshaw, Easau’s Ridge and O'Creagh's Run, Tampa Bay and Manhattan. They all exist in the same world. Captain Johnny Crow could be reading about Captain Alistair MacRorie in the historical archives. Brendan Porter could have worked in the same building as Clara Jones, and ostensibly crossed paths with Cai Williams at a gala in London (although Brendan doesn’t really run in those kinds of circles). Even our lost adventurers who found their way to Monhain** from San Diego could find themselves facing down the Indigo Veil.

But it even spreads out from there. We know that John and Jeff are not bound by time or space as we know it, seeing as they are a mortal-turned-interplanary-courier and a Void Demon, respectively. Rumor has it they’ve already managed to find their way into someone else's world. So what if the webs each of us is weaving are even more connected than we realized?

Now, I don’t expect to see any team-up episodes with Eddie and James, for example. But just to know that it is possible is a delightful thing, is it not?

* Most of you have not experienced this one yet, but it will be along in due time.

** Another work in progress that I promise to share at some point.