Think This’ll Work
Dogged chill up here atop Sharp Mountain in the Polish Highlands. Our outdoor rabbits clearly peeved. Inside under the roof, Hania, three, searching the floorboards for halves of a broken missing button. New old wool blanket for cold early spring, hung up to dry, provides visual warmth.
And I’m starting this journal on this site because I think it’s going to be good for Bored Wolves, my great platonic love. I like the interface, appreciate the absence of clutter, and sense this is the rare platform that can provide a framework for both longer posts and telegram bulletins, audio conversations with collaborators and poems read on impulse. And from what I’ve seen of old posts on others’ accounts, feeds feel archival, safely skirting the abyssal.
Paired up with our @boredwolves IG picture diary, it’s the essentially functional internet anchorage with ferried emails I have been searching for. A place to talk about the books, the people we collaborate with, the process, the mission and exhilaration of publishing, the belief and love of it all.