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Where does your brain live?
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Reading time: 1.08 266 words Hey Reader, Do you keep a notebook? I have lots. They’re labelled and dated and in order on my bookshelf. I have at least five unopened ones on a shelf in my cupboard, too. What? I don’t have a problem. YOU have a problem. muttermutter. I also have my Notes app on my phone and Trello, for screenshotting stuff I find online and want to keep for future reference. This is where my memory lives but it’s also important. For instance, yesterday in the writing Power Hour I run, Sarah asked me what I was working on and I said I needed to write my email. But I had no idea what, or why. So I spent the first 5 minutes mooching through my notes until I found a telegram Dorothy Parker sent to her editor in 1945. And that was it, I was off. I thought I’d write about the contents of Dorothy Parker’s telegram, but what I actually ended up with was a silly little musing on how we should bring telegrams back because they’re perfect. Without my notebooks, I’d be lost. That’s not an exaggeration; I would be stuck in creative limbo hating everything about myself and my work. So, do you have a notebook? If not, you might want to look into that. These ones are my favourites (this is an affiliate link because these are the only notebooks I buy and endorse). Tune into my LinkedIn Live at noon tomorrow if you’d like to hear more about how I use my notebooks, and maybe get a few creative ideas of your own! TTFN, Vicky 🫡 p.s. Know someone who might enjoy this email? Please forward it to them and get them to sign up here.
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Reading time: xxx words Read this email in your browser. Hey Reader, “Jingling bastards,” Joe muttered. I snorted, clapping along as the Morris Dancers jingled around the village square, waving hankies and bowing. I don’t know why, but Joe’s afraid of Morris Dancers. He says they’re “fundamentally untrustworthy” but can’t explain why. Our local Morris Dancers practice in our village hall, 200m away from my house. I might join. Partly because I love anything to do with dancing, partly because...
Reading time: 3.41 874 words Read this email in your browser. Hey Reader, Coroner’s report stated the cause of death was puffy sleeves underneath a tight cardigan. My mother made me wear it aged approximately four years, on our summer holiday in Betws-y-Coed. She paired this horror with slippy sandals for picnicking and messing around by the river, thus ensuring my inability to leap from rock to rock like the gazelle I clearly was. This is my first memory of dying. There were many more. Cause...
Reading time: 1.05 257 words Read this email in your browser. Hey Reader, In 1945, Dorothy Parker sent the following telegram to her editor Pascal Covici at Viking Press: “This is instead of telephoning because I can’t look you in the voice. I simply cannot get that thing done yet never have done such hard night and day work never have so wanted anything to be good and all I have is a pile of paper covered with wrong words. Can only keep at it and hope to heaven to get it done. Don’t know why...