Look, I get it. You’re a writer. Your natural habitat is behind a keyboard, preferably in a dark room, possibly pantsless (or is that just me?)
The thought of showing your face or *gasp* SPEAKING makes you want to crawl into your murder shed and never come out.
BUT HERE’S THE THING.
I know you’re not here just for the words. You’re buying into what is considered my own little circus, where I make the rules.
You want the full disaster experience. You want to see the crazy behind the prose, hear the unhinged voice behind the vocabulary.
Another way to think of this is like this…
I’m not building just a readership, I’m cultivating a cult (the legal, non-poisoned-Kool-Aid kind) And cults need more than just sacred walls of text.
They need a presence, a voice, a face of their perpetually exhausted leader.
So my mission for 2025 be this;
Write my face off (obviously)
Show the suck (photos/screenshots)
Record my high on caffeine rants (audio/video)
And house it where it’s easily accessible. (A commune of sorts)
I know when people connect with my flavour of madness. They won’t just be buying my books/stories/products they’ll be investing in my entire apocalyptic aesthetic.
Stephen Walker
https://stphnwlkr.com/
P.S. Yes, I recorded this email’s audio version without pants but it was a bit shitty cause I was out in the wind.
P.P.S. The squirrels filming my content look concerned. GOOD.