Hello, hello. I’m Kate Suddes, welcome. I’m a writer and most of my previous work is here. A lot of it has been about pregnancy, stillbirth, loss, grief - including a book I’ve been working on for a while. I was recently thinking about (in big ol’ scare quotes) “the writing process” and for me, so much of it is thinking and waiting and thinking and READING, so much reading, and in-your-head conversations with yourself, other writers, artists, filmmakers, musicians, podcasters, etc. and rethinking and marinating and waiting and thinking some more. It often looks like this:
Most of the waiting is out of my control (hello to all the lovely and overworked editors and underfunded publications out there!) But it’s me too. Sometimes I subconsciously, accidentally make up dumb rules for myself and then time passes and I’ll be like, wait, why can’t I do x thing I wanna do?? Like: you can’t start a newsletter until you have a book deal, something bigger to promote. You can’t write about whatever you want, you’re not an “expert” lol. The world needs another newsletter like a hole…People don’t care, don’t have time, aren’t interested and on and on. Yeah, well, you know, that’s just like uh, your opinion, man.
I don’t want to do that anymore. I want to air out some of the things rattling around in my brain, notebooks, walks. More soon on what’s to come but mostly it’s not going to be too precious, too overwrought. I want to write and hit send (maybe something will spark and you’ll write me back!) Not too long, no schedule, no obligation, no courtesy subscribes, no hopes, no fears.
The vibe is my favorite photograph of myself from 1983:
So why subscribe?
Because you want to! And I mean it, only if you really, really want to. How often will I send these out? I’m gonna play this all by ear and see how it goes! Will it be worth it for you to subscribe? Who can say! I know what it’s like to to be in a perpetual Marie Kondo-ing battle with your inbox. And god knows how many emails/newsletters I skim, lovingly and optimistically bookmark for later or flat-out delete. But when one rises to the top and hits the spot…
Who knows, perhaps a note from me at the right moment will hit you like that first sip of Wiig’s lemonade.
Thanks for reading - SERIOUSLY.
Yours truly,
Kate
