Is it 2022 yet?
Hello, Readers All,
I think we can all admit that 2021 is already basically a wash. We’ll mask up (did I mention I’m wearing two masks now, doubled up?), grit out teeth and get through it mostly by being there for each other.
And by going to fancy hotels when the rates are right...........as they are now.
It Was Good Enough for the Beatles | by Remington Write | ILLUMINATION-Curated | Medium
Our staycation at The Warwick
But in case anything is just making you too nuts, do what I do: write about it!
I Hate How I Look on Zoom!. But I can’t stop looking | by Remington Write | The Partnered Pen | Medium
But I can’t stop looking
However, there’s always the opportunity to get philosophical about it all.
What Serves Me. And what doesn’t | by Remington Write | The Partnered Pen | Medium
And what doesn’t
Fictionally speaking, a year ago I set myself the somewhat morbid task of writing a daily obituary for someone who never existed. Clearly, that’s a project that would come off as a bit tone deaf this year but it worked well enough last year.
The Whole Magilla*. All thirty-one fictional obituaries… | by Remington Write | Plan-B Vibe | Medium
All thirty-one fictional obituaries from January in one place
AleXander’s contribution to this week’s newsletter is an evocative new piece of short fiction.
False Sense. Views Of The Periphery | by aleXander hirka | Medium
Views Of The Periphery
And there we go. Another week on time and with some great new work - if I do say so myself. Which I do. Let me know what you think.
Ah, and the hat’s here by the door. As ever, heart-felt thanks to those who kindly drop coins in it week to week. During my years working as a hotel maid, finding two or three bucks in a room is enough to keep one from losing all hope.
You, readers and subscribers and all around fabulous people, you keep this one from losing all hope.
As ever, feel free to drop lingering suspicions and outright accusations at: Remington.Write@gmail.com
I’m lost without you. RW