Hello, Readers All,

It’s Sunday night and here we are! Not that I have any new (ahem) content to share. I’ve kind of soured on the whole content-creation game. I jumped onto the hamster wheel in late 2018 and roared with it throughout our shared Pre-pandemic years. In fact, one golden month I earned (wait for it) $206 and the following year the Grand Poobahs at Medium awarded me a $500 bonus for zapping out content of which they approved.

With each gain, however, the algorithms seemed to get tweaked and down went my earnings. Nevertheless, between December 2018 and tonight I have published over 1200 stories on Medium.

It’s a subscription type set up so providing links to the work there was never simple. Substack, however, doesn’t live behind a paywall and several (of you) generously supported my endeavors there. Here are the fruits of our labors:

Suffice to say that my days of supporting the Content Generating Machine are pretty played out. This doesn’t mean I’m ditching Medium and Substack altogether, but as has probably become pretty clear in the past year or so, it’s not a priority.

As I lost interest in dancing for pennies I regained interest in - well - writing. I published several books including my first novel, “Graceless”, (which couldn’t have happened without the support of some of you reading this right now…you know who you are and I love you).

I also got my nerve up and asked the fella behind the counter at Village Works Bookstore down on St. Marks’ Place if they sold self-published books there. They do if the books are about New York City. I’m IN!

So, yes, I’ve entered the exciting world of self-publishing.

My partner in life and art, AleXander Hirka, has created a brilliant promotional video for “Graceless” as well.

In addition to taking time to create promotional material for my work, said partner, has also been hard at work writing and publishing his own powerful stories.

Now then, I could keep mining Medium for more books and have in fact started at least one collection of essays.

But then I got sidetracked by this other project (see pile o’journals above). Is it a memoir? Maybe. Yes, that’s part of what I’m doing most days. Is it framed as fiction? That would be the way to go with a story that could hurt people who have already been hurt enough. Moreover, it’s entirely possible that I could spend the next ten years on something that’s simply unpublishable (feel like supporting something that iffy?).

So I have a little part time rent job that claims some of my time and attention and then I have this, whatever it might turn out to be.

You’ve hung in there through nearly five years of this newsletter and many of you have sent much appreciated financial support (some of you still do, in fact, and I can’t even begin to tell you how much that means to me). Several Readers here have even provided reviews of my work on various booksellers’ sites. Again, wow. Thank you.

All this is to say that your support has not disappeared into the abyss but is still being used to keep me at the keyboard where I belong.

With that in mind, however, you probably won’t mind terribly that it’s likely to be another month to six weeks before I come back with any further news for the, uh, newsletter. Rest assured that I’m writing and am able to keep at it because of you.

Naturally, the hat’s by the door (just in case):

And never hesitate to fling outrageous compliments as well as surreal epithets to me via: Remington.write@gmail.com

Back to work!

RW