Stories are my thing. They can be constructed from my memories or recounted by other people. Stories can be spoken or written; based on facts or totally imaginary. It doesn’t matter how they come to me.
Words, of course, are the basic building blocks of stories. I’m immersed in words every day, whether I’m reading, writing or listening. Every word counts.
Sadly, though, there are now too many words in my life. I feel overwhelmed.
When I started my newsletter in February 2022, I chose Substack as the tool for distribution because it is free and easy. Initially I wrote it weekly (what was I thinking?) but now it is monthly. I like having newsletters emailed direct to me but people who don’t can read it via the Substack app or here on my website.
I will continue to send my newsletter that way but I won’t be using any of Substack’s other offerings. There’s simply too much noise there for me. I have no space in my head for other people’s conversations. They add nothing yet clutter my thoughts.
I cull my social media regularly, too. It’s easier to unsubscribe than to wade through posts, hoping to discover something I value.
This all may sound harsh but I’ve made a deliberate decision to value my own words. For that reason, this website is the place I’ll be writing most. I’ve been blogging for the past 17 years and I’m grateful to all of you who have followed me during that time. Thank you!