The Storied Scrolls 📜 #1
1. The newsletter is moving to Sunday mornings
Going forward, I’ll send this newsletter out on Sunday mornings rather than ad-hoc when I finish a story.
This works well for me because it gives me Saturday to write the email incase I’ve had a busy week at work. I tend to work better with a schedule.
Sunday morning also makes sense as a time to sit down and read a chapter of fiction or a travel story, so I hope it will also work well for all of you!
2. The newsletter has a name!
After much procrastination and deliberation, I’ve finally landed on a name for my newsletter—The Storied Scrolls. My vision is that each issue will be like a scroll being delivered to you from me.
3. New content
I’ll be including a few recurring sections in the email each week. Keep reading to see examples and let me know if there’s anything in particular you’d like to read/see!
Here’s my first stab at the revamped newsletter and what it will look like going forward…
The Storied Scrolls 📜 #1
A burly man with red hair knocks on your door. You answer. His eyes are droopy and the stench of soured beer emanating from his knotted beard offends your nostrils.
“One silver,” he says, holding up a scroll with a green seal.
You fumble for your purse. There’s copper and gold, but no silver coins. You glance up and notice several scars slashed across his cheeks, the missing top half of his right ear, and the bend in his nose. He doesn’t look like the sort of man that negotiates.
You won some money last night at the joust betting on Sir William, so your err on the side of caution and toss him a gold coin.
The man snatches the coin from the air, drops the scroll on the ground, then turns around and belches as he walks away.
Keep scrolling to break the seal on the scroll and read about what I’ve been up to…
What I’ve published
I’ve just published Chapter 3 of Nomad Life titled, “Spicy Santa Fe.” This story covers the time we spent in Santa Fe hiking slot canyons, eating blue corn enchiladas, and working on a satellite internet connection.
Who I’m missing
We’re 110 days into living nomadically. I’ve been experiencing my first bouts of homesickness this past week, so I’ve been missing all of my family, friends, and familiar places.
But today is the first Father’s Day I’ve ever not spent with my Dad, so I’m missing him a lot. Since we normally golf on Father’s Day, here’s a picture from our recent trip to Pebble Beach.
Love you, Dad!
What I’m watching
Clarkson’s Farm on Amazon Prime. I know Jeremy Clarkson rubs a lot of people the wrong way, but I think he’s grown a lot as a person through the adventure of running his farm. There are still the funny, blundering idiot moments, but dare I say, he’s evolved into more of an empathetic, multi-leveled human.
I also think it’s funny that his girlfriend, Lisa, reminds me of a female version of James May.
What I’m eating
Our kitchen in Jacksonville has no windows that open and a smoke detector that goes off whenever you open the oven. Given my proclivity to char (and sometimes burn) things, I’ve been sticking to foods that require minimal cooking.
I designed this recipe after I smelled a super ripe watermelon at the grocery store and thought it’d be fun to build a salad around it. I’ve never had watermelon in a salad before, but it tasted good!
What Skutull’s been up to
Skutull went to the groomer! They must have had fun with him because he came back with a cute little bow on his head.
Quote I’m pondering
“All truth passes through three stages: First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as self-evident.”
Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there!
Enjoy the journey,