🍂 frens and ferns
Note: this is An Olde Museletter, from a different time and place: some links may no longer work and some ideas may no longer be ‘as true’.
Read at your own peril.
Read at your own peril.
Ahoy frens, I enjoy writing to you. Good writing is like clear thinking. And whilst I rarely consider my writing to be good, it is nonetheless a delight to share my draft thoughts with you.
But this may change, come 2023. The Muse has me now, and I shall be deep in book writing land once more. I am literally grinning as I write this—just thinking of the book I am writing for you enlivens me. Oh the developmental nous, the metamodern wit and the complexity savvy I shall smuggle into this otherwise charming grimoire!
Of course, all projects are wondrous in their potential form; it’s in the translation from potentiality to actuality that comes the misery and pain—but I’ll try to enjoy each phase as I am in it.