A SPEAKEASY FOR STORIES THAT TAKE THE EDGE OFF WRITING

Stroll into The Write Pour...

Okay, technically it’s an email list.

But “email list” feels like a criminally sad combo of words for the kind of stories that have people replying:

So, The Write Pour.

A weekly-ish dispatch tucked into a dimly lit, jukebox-fuelled corner of the internet where the stories are the point, the newsletters read like letters, and nobody’s corralling you toward a CTA.

There’s an open stool at the bar with your name on it.

Not literally. That would be unsettling.

But you get the idea.

overheard from the regulars

That’s what you’re stepping into…

A respite from the frameworks and templates and Joe Copy Bros of the world.

Letters that read like fiction.

A place for stories that have you feeling like a fly on the wall.

And writing that’s done the way it was always meant to be – from one person to another.

Sure, occasionally there’ll be a little voice.
A little messaging.
A little personality.
But only incidentally.

Mostly, it’ll be the kind of observational vulnerability that gives you a weekly dose of “oh thank god, it’s not just me.”

Writing gets weirdly lonely.

But, in my experience, it gets a little easier when someone slides a story across the bar and says, same.

knock on the write pour DOOR

A few pours from the archive

I deleted a great email

Psssst. Your words aren't being read by perfectly stable little angels.

I swear this wasn't supposed to be sentimental

Overcoming the first-day-kitchen-walkthrough moments

Well, this got personal

defining your 10% + the vulnerability of finally feeling ready to use the dead-dad-pass gif

"make yourself at home" could never

Move beyond the platitudes to find the voice things

Garden pun unfortunately intended

A coffee shop stranger, a movie set, and a case for committing to the bit

beers, bogs, and brand voice

+ soft launching my podcast

The pink hotel

A note on noticing

I have been left unsupervised

Optimization = the thief of all joy

Who’s pouring?

By trade, I write about voice, messaging, and the slippery little business of putting words to what you do. By personality defect, I’m a former bartender who built an entire brand around being the person people tell things to.

Overheard things, this-feels-embarassing moments, “I know this is probably nothing, but…” worries. The kind of stories that make life and this whole writing gig feel a little less lonely.

Every week-ish, fuelled by these moments, I sit down and ask…

What did I need to hear when I made this harder than it had to be?

Then I write my way toward the answer.

K, cool.

Love you bye.

Laffy