Dear Anonymous has a rolling, open submission, so you can submit your letters at any time!
DA4 is on its way, and you still have time to get your letters in. These letters can be confessionals, but they can also be whatever you like them to be. Write to your life, write to your cat, write to your past or your future… Dear Anonymous is about writing the letters of the things you can’t say for whatever reason.
Basically, you’re right in the 1 – 500 words range, but shorter is better. BUT, this zine is about expression, and I don’t want to force anyone to clamp down on their passion just for me. I’m flexible.
Send letters to theauthor at inkyblots.com If I don’t respond to you within a few days, comment here.
All contributors will receive a PDF copy. (Possibly a print copy depending on my financial status at the time of printing.)
*** Do you have a call for submissions for your zine? Let me know!
I understand now what drives a lot of people to do this and, more importantly, the vague reasons why.
Pieces #3 is one of those zines where I want to quote everything because I identify with this, and with this, and with this…
You get the picture.
From the beginning, Nichole had me with this zine for a number of reasons. Perhaps because I’ve been so desperate to write – to actually finish something. Or perhaps because I’ve been exactly where she was when she made this zine: longing for the possibilities an altered state of mind might provide. I, too, used to look down my nose at people who did such things, but I also now understand why they do it…
As Nichole states on the first page, this zine was written over two days in a flow-of-consciousness style while she swims to the bottom of a bottle of Captain Morgan. It’s an interesting transition as the first strip of black is put on the page partway through the journey and ends with white text on a page of black – plus a photocopied, handwritten page almost as if to prove it had happened.
Even in the literally darkest part of the zine, she seems unsure to the point of needing ‘proof’. Or I could just be reading into it too much. Either way, I still feel the urge to take her out for an ice cream and tell her that I really like her zines.
The next morning in the zine dawns bright once again with black-bordered type on white pages. Attempts to write disappear completely in the wake of ice creams and conversations. While the whole thing left Nichole feeling like she wasn’t sure whether it was a success or not, I see it as the former. After all, I think producing words requires ‘getting out and living a bit’.
For the anxious and shy, sometimes that requires alcohol.
Drinking never seems to accomplish what I initially set out to do…
I hear you.
Somethin’ somethin’. Continue reading
Ask and something nice might come your way.
I am soooo happy this little beauty arrived in my post box. I was beginning to think that it has been lost to the postal nexus. This is a part order, part bundle of fun (I love extras!) from MC Sunflower Jones on Etsy. How gorgeous and bright is this lovely envie?
Big fluffy hearts to MCSJ for doing this little thing: leaving a gap for an envelope opener. I love washi and stickers to the moon and back, but when envies are taped up super tight with no gaps, it’s a bit difficult to open them not to mention the danger of damaging paper items inside.
Holy zine bundle, Batman! So many zines – and stuff to go with them!
What’s more is that they are totally adorable tiny zines.
I had to grab myself the Leo and a Capricorn one for Wanderer.
PS. That thing I was talking about yesterday was the possibility of making a video. I chickened out amongst other reasons for not doing it. But I still have plans for making videos.
Ah, Zine Ninja. He does love a romp through the tulips.
Kickass and I went for a bit of a walkabout today, enjoying the local tulip show-of-sorts and some nice weather. She puts up with my rambling, and I bask in her awesomeness. It really works out as a great friendship.
She’s the kind of person who will always encourage me unless she thinks it’s a really stupid idea. Even then, she’ll very nicely lay out the reasons why said action might not be the best thing. I’ve needed someone like that, because I’m at a phase where I’m not clear on the direction I want to go in.
However, there is something that I’ve been wanting to do in terms of mail… I’ll have to see how things go tomorrow (heaps to do!) but there might be a brand new shiny thing here on the blog. Maybe.
I realise now that a good portion of my day-to-day happiness depends on the mail. Sending it, receiving it. I obviously need to send out more mail because my post box has been a very sad post box.
On another note, I updated the cover photo for the SGZ Facebook page. Tee hee!
I feel like I have recovered from completely running out of spoons, and the whole experience gave me some perspective.
Something I’d really like to do here is add more of me. Nyx. My life. I got so wrapped up in this idea of ‘you can’t make anything (social media account, YouTube channel, etc) really take off unless it’s specialised’. Meaning sticks to one subject. There have been plenty of times in the past when I could have posted something here but didn’t because it wasn’t really zine related.
But what’s the point in that? What’s the point of self-censorship? What’s the point of keeping my fingers still (does that work? ‘keeping my mouth shut’ doesn’t really work) when there is *nothing* riding on me keeping this place all about the zines?
I want to make friends here. It’s something I have trouble doing face-to-face, so I love connecting in these sorts of spaces.
I love memes, being silly, and making people laugh. But I get so wrapped up in what I think I ‘should’ be doing that I forget that no one gives a solitary fuck and is looking over my shoulder. Even if they were, they would simply click away, and I would never know.
So where’s the harm?
Well. Didn’t this turn into a much longer post than I intended…
Anyway, I hope your universe is treating you well and that you feel cool checking out mine.
I’m going to go have an ice cream now.
Myrtle Chickpea is putting together an International Zine Exhibition and a Traveling Zine Library in little ole New Zealand. Zine submissions always needed!
My name is Sam (aka Murtle Chickpea) and I am contacting you to see if you would be at all interested in submitting one of your zines for a zine exhibition I am getting off the ground in my home country New Zealand.
The immediate idea is to show the collection in a gallery setting, possibly even touring the country with it. Then over time, as the collection grows, I am hoping to set up a mobile zine library but I would like to call it a Zine Museum instead of a library because it sounds more super cool and important.
What I am after from people is a zine or selection of zines along with a small personal blurb and their online store details so people can purchase directly from the maker.
Basically I love making and reading zines and want to spread the awesomeness as far and wide as I can!
All questions, concerns, ideas and queries can be emailed to me and all the ziney goodness can be posted to me at:
93 Revans Street
Uuummm……this is exciting! Spread the word!
Thank you’s and hugs and more thank you’s
I ran out of spoons before noon today. Ugh.
I went back to bed – despite the beautiful day – to see if I could rustle up a few more. Wanderer was great. I don’t think he even knew what I was on about, but he jumped into bed, played ‘little spoon’ for a while, got out of bed, said: “Consider yourself spooned”, and went on his merry way.
For someone in the position I’m in, I don’t think a lot about how many spoons I have or how I’m using them. Thanks to my bipolar, the number of spoons I have from day to day can vary a lot.
This week? The spoon gods have not been generous.
The thing is, I don’t want to apologise anymore. I don’t want to feel guilty. Spoon supply issues are spoon supply issues. I don’t think I’m breaking any hearts by not posting here as much as I want to.
More than that, I want to reach out and say hello to those who don’t have a lot of spoons to spare. For you to use up a spoon on reading my ramblings here is an honour that I am not equipped to accurately describe in words.
You are amazing. I wish I could give you spoons.
Spoons for all.
Zine Ninja approves.
(You have no idea what I’m on about? Read The Spoon Theory.)
Aw, duck. And I was doing so well with keeping up with the ol’ zine reviews on Thursdays and Fridays.
I was so, so sore and tired on Thursday and Friday, and I didn’t want to bring that to the zines I’m going to review. I didn’t feel like that was the right energy (or lack thereof) to have while reviewing. Maybe I think too much about it, but I want to be the reviewer that I would reviewing my zines.
Ugh. Trying to brain and make the words.
I’ve been trying to focus on my health this week and figuring out if this mystical ‘10,000 steps’ thing is something doable in the World of Nyx. The Nyxus. I’m keeping that. The Nyxus is made up of writing books, making zines, doing graphic design and book design work, play time consisting of PC games… I think you can see where I’m going. My work, my play… A lot of it involves sitting down.
I did have a go at some 10,000 step days – hence the being so sore stuff. It was a good kind of pain, though, if you know what I mean. I earned it.
So that’s what I’ve been up to. It takes me hours of walking to get that many steps, which meant my work stuff got pushed back. I’m still trying to sort out the whole ‘how to be healthy and get my work done’ (no, I cannot afford to build or buy a standing/treadmill/whatever desk), but I am trying to do it in a way that will still let me keep up with the blog here (because I big fuzzy love hearts this place and all the people who pop by) as well as do the things I want to do.
I hope everyone has been doing well. If you haven’t been, I hope you have some awesome comfort ____. Whatever it takes to remind you that you are awesome.
My friend, Kickass, is amazing and got me a f*cking dragon friendship ring.
DRAGON FRIENDSHIP RING
It totally goes with the tattoo on my back.
29 is not too old for a friendship ring. Pft.