I’ve started subscribing to various (“pay what you can”) newsletters. This is an entertaining thing to me because it’s reminiscent of those newsletters that people write and tuck into their Christmas cards each year.
I did that one year. Once. One time. It was, if I recall correctly, shortly after we adopted the kids – when things were still very honeymoon-y and there was plenty of good stuff to report. What a joy it is to have children! What a fulfilling thing it is to be a mother!
Shortly thereafter I could have started writing a newsletter called “Dispatches from the Front Line of The War”. It would have included a photo of my face, begging for mercy, and not much else.
I just quietly never wrote or sent another one.
Anyway, I am really enjoying these assorted newsletters. They’re somehow more intimate than blogs – in that I read them on my phone, via email, instead of in a web browser. Most of them are a hybrid of someone’s personal musings, a bunch of interesting links, some random art, some horoscope-style advice. It’s a nice thing to look forward to reading.
As you’d expect this has got my mind churning at the idea of writing my own newsletter.
I’ve decided that mine will include two solid paragraphs of my complaints, in no particular order of importance. Then a few paragraphs about whatever topic I’m currently obsessing over. Then a bunch of links to things I’ve read or things I’ve added to my Amazon wishlist or already purchased, thanks to a credit card and poor impulse control. A photo of a random thing I saw, somewhere, during the week. A word that I learned and have been over-using. Two links to songs that I have played on repeat for 20 straight hours, much to the dismay of my coworkers. You know, good quality content.
I will charge you the low price of $10 a month for the privilege of this newsletter, btw. That’s a deal, because it’ll be like hanging out with me without having to actually listen to me nattering on endlessly about things and, as a bonus, you can just close your email any time you want and not worry that I’ll be offended.
Am I that interesting? That’s a resounding ‘no’ from me, buddy.
Is this any different from my facebook account? Well, yes, because I hold back a lot on fb (I know, it’s hard to believe) because some of my staff are on there.
At any rate, if I pull the trigger on this, you should definitely ask for a coupon or a “friends and family” discount code. Or maybe just find someone who paid for it and ask them to forward it along to you, quietly.
Don’t panic. Don’t worry about me pressuring you on this. Give me a few days and this idea will morph into a whole different, equally harebrained idea. Maybe I’ll make some homemade candles? Modpodge obscene drawings onto rocks and call them ‘paper weights’ like back in the 70s?
The world is, indeed, my goddamned oyster.