Someone introduced me at a party as a “writer” and I had to say that no, I wasn’t a writer. She has a Substack, said my friend. I would call myself a girl with a blog. It’s a pointless and arbitrary distinction that I would never enforce on the people around me, who I generally encourage to consider themselves writers. Whenever anyone asks me, I usually say “I write". the same way that when people ask me if I cook, I usually say, “I make food.” Cooking seems to require more investment, more skill.
Anyway, since writing is labor and so on, I’ve decided to try a paid subscription option (it’s $5 a month or $50 a year). I’ll still post some free essays but the more extensive ones and the archive will be for paid subscribers. If you truly can’t afford this or if we’re irl friends, write me and I can sort you out.
Someone I know texted me to say I should write a…