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The Come Write Inn Β· RJ Redden's list

Welcome home, weary traveler.

Three short notes to get you settled, then a story email once or twice a week, most weeks. That's the whole deal. No bro marketing. No FOMO. Nobody made to feel behind. Unsubscribe lives at the bottom of every one, and it works.

You are joining RJ Redden's list at the Come Write Inn. The address bar says nobsai-assets because that is where the Inn keeps its ledgers.

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Filed

The first note is on its way.

Check the spam folder once. Mail has opinions.

Meanwhile: start with the first door.

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The ledger knows you

Oh, it's you. Sit down.

You've had a stool at this bar for ages and the tap already knows your order.

Nothing to sign, nothing to do, and no, you are not getting the welcome notes, because you are not new. You are furniture. (Affectionately.)

Go read something instead:

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You've been here before

You left once, and I meant it when I let you go.

I don't put anyone back without being asked, and typing your address doesn't count. So I'm asking.

One tap. That's the asking. If you'd rather not, close this and nothing changes.

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Back on the ledger

Stool's still warm.

You're back on the list, by your own hand. The next story email finds you like nothing happened.

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Hiccup

The door stuck.

A message has already gone to me, and I'll fix it.

Try once more in a minute, or write to rj@blackbeltbots.com and I'll seat you by hand.

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One moment

Something between us and the door is being cautious.

Give it a minute and try once more, or write to rj@blackbeltbots.com and I'll add you myself.