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creative flux

When I stopped writing my Pencilbooth newsletter in January, I immediately felt a sense of relief, which was quickly followed by feelings of loss and regret.

I loved writing those letters.

In a small way, it gave me a sense of creative purpose. Gathering my thoughts every week, compiling little links, sharing my art, and whatever else I was musing over that week.

The fact that some people were paying me for those letters felt simultaneously terrifying (am I providing enough?) and a complete dream. It felt like I was finally working towards something I've always wanted. And I still do, I just don't know in what capacity.

There are parts of me that loves the anonymity of writing on Bear. Not knowing who reads me is a very peaceful notion. Anyone who likes my blog can subscribe via RSS, and if they choose to unfollow, I don't see it, which is a relief to my oversensitive nature.

But there's also a part of me that doesn't want to give up on my dreams of making money with my blog on whatever platform, even if it is on Substack.

Idk, I feel like I'm in a deep creative flux.

Right now, I'm enjoying making art in my sketchbook with no purpose but to play, space out, and take a break from the realities of life.

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I went to wonderpens yesterday and got a few washi tapes <3

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been studying the major arcana and using it for some journaling

Wonderpens has this Letter Writing Club on March 14th, and a part of me really wants to go. It would be nice to hang out with other stationary nerdlings for an hour or so. Grab a seat, write your love letters, political protests, or daydreams. Cute!

Weekly report:


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