while i was away...

I remembered that I didn’t start writing applause or algorithms, but for alignment. And truth. And… connection.

Dearest Gentle Reader,

This is just a follow up…

I mentioned, in the previous issue, that I disappeared, like a light turned off gently in a room no one noticed had gone dim. And for a while, I stayed there in the soft dark

You see, life has a funny way of making noise feel like necessity. We equate presence with proof of life (status updates, newsletters, posts, more posts, and even more metrics to track how loudly we’ve existed). But real living often happens where the world isn’t watching.

And so, even though I vanished from your inbox, I’m sure I lurked somewhere in your heart. Didn’t I?

While I was away, I wrote short notes about writing.

I wrote in voice notes.

I wrote in my head while walking.

I wrote poems that ended in sighs.

I wrote prayers disguised as wishlists.

And sometimes, I didn’t write at all. I just listened and watched. I breathed too. I remembered why I began writing in the first place. I remembered that I didn’t start writing applause or algorithms, but for alignment. And truth. And… connection.

Yes, especially connection. But not the shallow kind you find in “engagement rates.” It’s the soul-sparking kind that makes someone whisper, "That’s so me, bro."

That’s what I have packaged for you; writing that will matter to me, you, and the stories you’ve yet to live or too scared to tell.

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PS:

If this resonated with you, there’s more where that came from. I wrote a book. It’s called How to Write Stories or Articles That Actually Matter. It’s a companion for the writer in you who wants to do more than just write.

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Until next time,
Jaachịmmá Anyatonwu

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