Is there anybody out there?

Kia ora, e hoa mā

The best way to make sure something turns to crap is to tell everyone how easy it is — hence my migration from Substack to Ghost has taken about a week, with a few loose ends yet to tie up.

Some people have a gift for technology, and I'm not one of them. I jam photocopiers and set off alarms. I've lived for over two years with my oven clock blinking 00:00 at me. My signature move is setting up meetings and forgetting to invite people, then sitting alone in a room with my carefully prepared agenda and wondering why other people are so irresponsible.

Jon helped me migrate. Jon is part of Ghost's concierge service, and whatever they pay him they should double it — at least, after the week he's had. The time difference between us gave us about an hour together per weekday, me just woken up, and him about to knock off. He's been the highlight of my day, but I could tell the reverse was not true. Still, Jon hung in there, coaching me by email with unfailing politeness. When I finally cracked it this morning, he gave me the kind of warm congratulations you'd usually reserve for someone who's actually done something.

I haven't played with Ghost's functionality yet, but as far as I know you shouldn't see any difference — subs should be processed, and posts should appear in your inbox, the way they did before. You might just be asked to log in with your email. That said, I'm the last person you should take advice from.

I hope you've landed safely; and if you have, it would be great if you could leave a comment. (I promised Jon I'd take this baby for a spin and report back in the morning.)

Thanks for your patience with the migration and your support for my mahi. Talk soon.

Anna