life goal: infamous recluse
Happy hollies, jolly joyeux noel, and many merry returns (though hopefully not of gifts). It is New Year's Eve, and I am watching German science fiction -- Dark, on Netflix, for those interested.
At some point, I'm going to have to give up the ghost and stop trying to compose in the Patreon window.
It would be very nice if I could be consistent with these -- but then, many things would be nice. I think I can find some pleasure in the fact that I've made it to 15 issues. And that the weather continues fine, and that banana bread muffins remain delicious.
This will be a foreshortened issue.
I could pretend that I have saved this 13th issue specifically for Halloween. But this would be a terrible lie.
With the assistance of some careful time management tools (otherwise known as "a polygonal box I spent 20 minutes cutting out and coloring with highlighters"), I have found myself back on track with this issue of the magazine. It's astonishing the things you can trick your own mind into doing.
Because time is a lie on even the best of occasions, last week unfortunately did not have an issue. As such, naturally today's issue is late.
A day isn't really finished until you go to sleep -- I'm pretty sure that's true. To that end, this is clearly still a Friday zine. Hooray.
It's a challenge to come up with a newsletter that manages to talk about neither my business (I have a blog and a twitter for that) nor the mess of the year surrounding us all. I always feel better when I've done so, though, like pushing my way through a sequence of stretches, or the evening after a very long walk. Moving my brain to discuss the very minor moments that make a year is, I'm coming to find, very much worth the trouble.
Katherine Crighton 