Letters from Me

I have started a Substack, which is maybe counterintuitive to having a blog, but I guess we are all more inclined to click a newsletter in our inbox than to read a blog post on here. Or not? Maybe some of you are getting this via your email accounts now — who’s to say?

It’s a ploy to organise all the thoughts I have been having this year, of a variety of subjects, and have them out to readers in short posts faster than I can log on here.

I’ll endeavour to cross post, but should you wish to subscribe, you can find the latest products of my ever sporadic ramblings and workings of my inner cogs over at my Dream Palace — please sign up if you’re so inclined. Or maybe not. No pressure. Maybe you’re not reading this at all?

Joan Crawford by Everett, 1956. Joan Crawford by Everett, 1956.