Since 2016, I’ve sent Procrastibaking from Tinyletter. It’s a quaint platform, but it feels like it’s from another era when formatting was impossible and I was just experimenting even calling myself a writer. Now I’m a professional writer for work, freelance in my spare time, and I even wrote a novel. And it felt like time to take the leap to Substack.
Everything will still be free for now. I still have some issues with Substack as an economic model for writers, but I think I kvetch so much mostly out of jealousy I wasn’t taking my own writing seriously enough to ask for money. You can support or not—I won’t hold it against you as long as you read it!
I’m also hoping the spiffier platform will incentivize me to write more essays. You should be seeing updates here at least once a month. Otherwise I’m still my same neurotic self who listens to too much Taylor Swift.