L. T. Noble

Thank you for thinking of me. I don’t think anyone has ever chosen me for one of these little Substack things before.

“Things Substack Doesn’t Know About Me (Yet)”:

• At one point in my very adult life, my actual occupation was pirate.

Name: Scarlet Del Sol.

Yes, really.

Yes, I committed fully.

Yes, I got fired.

No, I am definitely not still bitter about it.

• I often say I’ve never published a book.

Technically, I have.

I uploaded one to Amazon…

and then took it down almost immediately because something in me was like nope, not right, not yet.

Now I walk around believing I need an editor before I try again.

• I have a really good idea for my book

a way to fold The Cage into something you can keep close, crafted together in more than one of my… languages.

Now I just need to figure out how to drag it from “genius in my head” to “actual thing that exists.”

Another part of me wonders if I am the only one who would think it is genius.

I need outside reassurance…

Annoying, but true.

This is your cue.😉

• I am, without shame, terrified of mice.

If one runs across the floor, I will simply ascend to heaven.

• I hate all foods that are

cold,

wobbly,

or otherwise texturally suspicious. Pudding.

Yogurt.

Whipped cream.

Absolutely not.

Textural betrayal.

• I get accused of having no self-confidence,

but the truth is:

I trust myself.

I just don’t always trust that other people trust me.

I hate doing laundry.

Nothing else to add here,

Laundry sucks.

There were no instructions for how many facts to list, so I’m assuming the list ends where my attention span does.

I’ll nominate the following (zero pressure, of course): HEW(Hue) of Poetry Marc André Adam Green (either of you Higgins love birds) Helen Higgins Peter Higgins