Crossed the halfway point on the new MS. Iām dangerously close to becoming a novelist.
This story is a balm for the soul. Itās charming and queer and everything my broken heart didnāt even know it needed.
It warmed up just enough to rain on top of the snow, thus melting the top layer and then refreezing it into a solid sheet of ice. This is one of the only scenarios in which I'm grateful we were out well before the rest of the morning crowd. The am commute is gonna be a shit show.
Happy Monday! Last night we made lucky lemon piglets, and unless some New Year's Ghosts visited the bosses, today is the first day of my last year at this miserable job.
2023 destroyed me to the point that the bullshit is no longer worth the security. 2024 will be about building the bridge to a new life in 2025. Happy New Year!!!
What really strikes me is that many people tried to undercut our campaign by saying āthere arenāt *actual* Nazis on Substackā, and yet here the founders have confirmed not only that there are absolutely Nazis monetizing on Substack, but that they think itās good. And welcome more of it.