12/4/22

I have noticed an uptick in people I know starting Substack newsletters. This is thrilling to me as it signals that maybe there is going to be a blogging renaissance soon. I know there have always been bloggers, but I come from a particular corner of the internet known as the OG mommy blogger section. I come from the wild west. We used DSLR cameras and Flickr, and RSS feeds and it meant so very much to be on a blog roll. We were the first rando influencers and brands flew us places and gave us gifts and money and we wrote articles in magazines that you could hold in your hands, and we had an ad network and a wacky conference and hung out at Guy Kawasaki’s house, and we all had tons of babies and kids. And we wrote down the world. We were invested in the humanity of each other. The narrative of a life. We had crawled our way out of moleskins and LiveJournals and we were connected.

Then things changed. God, I sound old. It’s just interesting to see Twitter implode and Instagram is so wide and deep with shit and TikTok is addictive but how can it inspire me like blogging used to? I don’t know, I just really feel like there is a homecoming happening. I hope we all start to connect here again. I want to tell my stories again.
Like what happened to my story arc.
The rise and fall.
The redemption song.
Not just the pretty pictures.
And I want your stories too.

That’s where the magic lives.

Prompts

What is your love like?

My love is like a demonstrative beast. 
A wild thing. 
The Mississippi river. 
Very tall trees. 
A mountain. 
One of those dragsters.
I knew it when I was a kid.
Watch out.

Ask a child what sadness tastes like.
What being sad feels like.
What animals are sad.
Write it down. 

Write a list of 10 things you have lost.
Then write about how two of them are connected.

Sunday mixtape—As always add to it.

Bought this:

Want this

Loving this artist

And this

And this is the coolest thing in my town.

& Today is a special day for my heart & there is a story there & I want to start to tell it

ILYSM

Tell me things, bb.