life goal: infamous recluse
Would it be fair to say that I forgot to write this issue? Both fair and accurate! Time is strange and uncomfortable, unfortunately linear in ways that I sometimes don't measure well, and apparently today is Friday.
I am returned from my vacation -- slightly refreshed, but with the curious weight of reentering the normal world (for various definitions of "normal").
It's difficult for me to find focus when I'm in my own home -- I'm used to going out and locking myself into various locations until I've completed the work that needs doing. I wouldn't say that my writing is suffering, precisely, but it's more difficult than I'd like to get to a moment of mental equilibrium that allows the inner voice to whisper words.
In my everyday writing, I am considerably looser than I am here. I use more contractions. I am more likely to use slang and netspeak. I am a fiend for all-caps, and I regret no gifs.
The more I think about it, the more I wish there was a Letters section in this. From the old Regency/Victorian magazines that I stole this format from, to the loose piles of old apazines that my mother collected in big cardboard boxes and were never put away after the final move to my childhood home, letters have been a fascinating gateway into the minds of not just the zine's staff or author, but the entire community surrounding it.
We have made it to issue 2! What further wonders are in store?
A few weeks ago I spent longer than I should browsing through *The lady's magazine : or entertaining companion for the fair sex, appropriated solely to their use and amusement.* A publication that started in the late 1700s, it was an amalgam of -- or early precursor to -- society pages, literary magazines, joke books, local newspapers, educational supplements, and sewing pattern distributors.
Katherine Crighton 