You’re receiving this note because you raised your hand in the past and said, hey, I’d like to hear from this weird sometimes. Then, you submitted your email address in a formidable pack with Beelzebub (kidding) and I sent you notes.
Then, I stopped because life, depression, mid-life anxiety, etc.
BUT. I’m back, friends. With a whole new vibe and newsletter. Should you remain a subscriber, you can expect:
Weekly updates on my journey as I pull together my third book after years of talking about it and doing absolutely nothing. Spoiler: I’m finally doing something.
Short fiction, personal essays, and how-tos as it relates to writing long-form work. And unlike a lot of people, I speak from experience because I’ve had two books published with real publishing houses (Hachette/HarperCollins, Feminist Press)
Links to articles I’m loving and things I’m buying and loving.
I’m starting to believe I’ve got adult autism (I’ve literally got every single sign) and I’m seeing someone about this (i.e., a medical professional) to get answers, and I’ll likely share that too. Not in a weird way, but in a way like—oh, this is why I’ve been a weird outcast asshole my whole life. This tracks.
What you will not get:
Marketing tutorials and business-related stuff. Marketing is my day job, how I escape being homeless. This space is about art.
Affiliate links and buy this now business.
Requests for cash money. Why? Money makes people beholden to other people and the only thing I can focus on is my third book and finishing this fucker. Should this thing ever see the light of day, I’ll probably ask that you check it out but that’s the extent of it.
If that suits your fancy, we’re in business. If not, unsubscribe. And please, for the love of GOD, this is not an airport. You need not announce your departure.
Expect to get my first dispatch next week.
xo, f.