where's the water get?

well, nanny nose

This is unexpected.

I think that I’m falling in love with editing.

If you’ve been a regular reader for a while, it’s clear that consistency is not my thing when it comes to my creative process. Well. It has been inconsistent daily. That has been a perfect paradox in many ways.

Within the rot and churn of material, consistent themes, ideas and takes have evolved over time. There may have been ants. Rats certainly were involved. But the key rests in the fact that pretty much most of the content I’ve created is worm turds.

Worm turd soil is the best soil. And this foolsletter is a fecund pile of worm turd soil. Lots of different things in the soil make for really good soil even if what was left behind was a bit rotten.

I was telling Laura the other day I’ve never had such a clear structure and path forward in front of me. She laughed and said something.

I can’t remember what she said. I do know she was talking. Or attempting to try to speak. It’s that thing she sometimes does, when - that th…