How to Love Substack Without Suffocating In It

By Caitlin Gorman

I was drowning in my Substack. A deluge of daily noise demanded my attention. Monday essay roundups, Tuesday writing prompts, Wednesday self-revelation, Thursday threads, Friday wrap ups. Advice on how to feel less alone in our writing lives, bittersweet memories spun into soft yarn, sharp observations that slice, draw blood.

Click through, click through, click through. I wanted it all.

Other emails poked at my vulnerability. A strange compulsion, this “upgrade to p...