I have an active newsletter on Substack, and I’d love to meet you there.
It’s my attempt to be life-affirming in our absurdist, modern world.
With that in mind, every Friday at 6 p.m. Eastern, I send out a [glorified? humble? you pick the adjective] list of what I’ve been exploring over the past week. (I’m bolding the time for the sake of my own accountability more than anything.) This is a curation of links, recommendations, things and thinks mapping out where my mind’s been, and an invitation to think deeper. It will also house a book recommendation of the week, in which I ask readers to comment on a book or a piece of writing that has influenced them in the past week.
In addition to this weekly roundup of links, paying subscribers get access to my personal essays, which I send out every Sunday at 12 p.m. Eastern. I have imposter syndrome with regard to writing, and it’s constantly lurking, justifiably so, perhaps, because I’ve called myself a writer and yet haven’t created a disciplined schedule, or a mental bandwidth for it (here is where I ask myself if Instagram captions count). As in, I haven’t really produced much writing. And that’s because I haven’t glued myself to a desk to write. And thatttttt is because I’ve romanticized and feared the process to the point of paralysis. So, I would like to experiment with, if I may, the idea of using this corner of the Internet as a home for writing. I don’t really have rules on topics I’ll cover, but here are some invisible wooden beams for this tiny home and what these personal essays will look like:
– a contouring of roaming thoughts
– a spot to gush about books
– a questioning of givens
– a proof of curiosity
– a (public) diary
All in all, I hope my newsletter brings you the feelings you’d feel after a four-hour conversation with a kindred spirit at a coffee shop; you know, the kind where time stands still and you’re left smiling at the life-affirming splendor of being human. (Why four hours? I like the number four, and no, it’s not associated with Tim Ferris.)
With love,
Ani