Happy new year, my beloved readers! Some seconds after the clock struck midnight and all strangers, family members and friends started to hug each other, downing their shot, a tiny yeehaw crawled out of my throat. An old camcorder corded through my wrists, trying to not get any drinks spilled on it. The chaos and mess of figuring out who one hasn’t hugged yet to welcome the new year ahead. Hugging friends twice just because is the best.
I wanna shout out some things I’m gonna do on here: on Threads, you can find me sharing a verse or lines or simply writing and words that are touching and moving me as a human being on this silly little rock in the universe every single day. I wanna have a collection of 366 pieces of writing that made me feel. 2023 was a year full of surprises and a witness to how I can cope. I’ll be writing on here every day. I’ve got a filled 100+ draft order in Substack. 25 selected poems I didn’t share as a poetry advent calendar and will now every second week dedicate time to talk about it and read it out to you. Every Sunday, my free subscribers who haven’t made the switch yet to the paid subscription, are gonna get sent a musings letter telling them what they’re missing out on hehe. 2024 will be the year no one will be able to escape my writing. If that’s meant literally or metaphorical, your interpretation. I definitely won’t not share writing only because it’s about someone who definitely will find out I’ve been writing about them. Those times are over. “Pretty Tennessee” (which you can still pre-order) is getting printed this month and the latest essays have been talking to specific people. I’m so tired of caring what people - who made me feel this certain way - will think of what I’m writing about them.