It’s been about a year since I started this substack. So let’s do one of those year in review posts. Since of course I went long and it won’t show up in email otherwise, we’re going to cut this into two posts. So, a year in review, part 1. This first thing you need to know is I didn’t want to start a substack. Not only because I’m a profoundly lazy person and I didn’t want to give myself more work, I wasn’t going to write anymore. I wasn’t sure what the hell I was going to do. But after the absolute mindfuck that is publishing a book of deeply personal essays, I was done with writing. But I’m also full of shit. So I kept writing about why I was done with writing.
The first time I read this I didn't re-read each of the posts referenced because I was like, yeah, pretty sure I already read that before. But then I went back and read it again and read each of them when I came to them and it was a whole different ride. Nice.
This is hysterical (in the funny way not the sexist way) I don’t exactly enjoy everyone knowing I’m insane but it’s better than the terrifying alternative of anyone assuming I’m normal.