For over twenty years I wrote for myself, by hand, every single day.
I miss it. Keeping a journal was the only tool I knew, and with it I lived a wonderfully rich inner life.
This Substack is just pages taken from my notebooks. I intend to post selections that feel embarrassing because I don’t believe in being embarrassed by myself, and yet I sometimes am. I’ll also just post the pages that blow my mind, where I once wrote moments I don’t even remember now where some indelible aspect of myself got realized by me for the first time. It’s so bizarre to see your personality and beliefs get created piece by piece. Bizarre and so fucking cool. I’ll post pages like that whenever I find them.
I am working on a novel at the moment, so writing smart things on Substack is beyond my capacity right now. But I want to play along! May these notebook pages from my past let me feel like I’m still spilling my guts to the world in new ways.
And yes, this Substack looks different! 📚 I deleted my old posts (some moved to Medium). I originally planned to use Substack to publish my mentoring content but I found a more appropriate home for it, stay tuned. Sorry to bait y’all with content and then switch you to weird-ass journal entries from twenty fucking years ago. I invite you to hand-write me a letter of complaint.
