On Starting a Substack

October 28, 2025

There’s no purpose to this picture other than that I like it.

I used to publish newsletter on Substack once a week, but that blog was dedicated to flash fiction. I had put myself in a box there.

The move lately has been to write, write, write and never share, even with my own friends and family. Sure, writing is solitary act (one of the most solitary acts I believe), but I don’t think it can stay that way. Otherwise, the characters and the ideas in your head get too loud.

Lately it feels like the world around me is so loud that it’s quiet. A buzzing drone that keeps me from thinking. I haven’t processed the noise well enough, and my hope is to use this place to make sense of it.

So I start this Substack to share my writing—the good, the bad, and the mostly ugly. (I say The Ugly not out of humility or insecurity. I’m too egotistical to share my best writing here; I want someone else to publish it.) So, that being said, I wont think much about it before pressing post. There will be typos. There will be things I disagree with later. There will, hopefully, be honesty. Maybe some pictures. And if I get bored with it one day, I’ll delete it all. Maybe I’ll share about my life, or my writing, or my schooling.

I don’t even have one subscriber, so for now I’m writing to myself. If you stumble upon this place (or I send it to you), I hope you’ll subscribe. Truly, I have nothing to say yet, but I want somewhere to say it. So, thanks.