Wait I thought I published this back in November...

whoops! sorry!

Well, this was supposed to be sent out in November but I guess I never hit send…

ANYWAYS:

Hello hello.

For the past few weeks I have been willingly unemployed, which is to say that I left my job at Pitchfork. It’s a scary leap, but, as basically everyone in my life has noted, a very good decision. I feel genuinely inspired for the first time in ages.

That said, everything I say for the next few months, if not the next year, should probably be taken with a Maldon-sized grain of salt as my brain adjusts from being in the same workplace for 7 years. (7 years?!?!?)

I’m still trying to gather all the thoughts floating around in my head, and I imagine this newsletter will play a role in that process. Previously, I largely ignored this platform because I was so caught up with the demands of my other writing job (also, I convinced myself that no one cared about my voice, my thoughts, my interests). Even though I am forever grateful for that job and the opportunities it afforded me, I let it consume me in ways that make me very sad. I tried so hard to make it work, but in the end, I knew it was time to move on.

I’ve been spending a lot of time with Twin Plagues, the Wednesday album from 2021. The original title of this post was pulled from their song “The Burned Down Dairy Queen”

The burned down dairy queen

I was hiding in a room in my mind

And I made me take a look at myself

Cash for gold in a counterfeit hell

It’s good to know you’re always there to even me out

It was a pitiful time

I sulked through the house I dulled out my mind

A car stuck in ice at a dead end at night

I never know exactly what to think of my life

xx

Quinn