Hello, Fellow Humans!

We are Blotted Ink Conspiracies!

Exactly what we are is something we are still trying to figure out ourselves. We might be a magazine, we might be a newspaper, but mostly likely, what best describes us is some horrendous mix of the two.

Regardless, our mission in life is fairly plain: to write the things that probably shouldn’t be written; to publish the ideas that definitely shouldn’t be published; to weave together revelations and riddles, certainties and suspicions, and absolute nonsense with ink so smudged it will stain your fingertips forever.

Now, a confession: we are, at heart, a Christian venture. That doesn’t mean every page will preach at you, but it does mean our foundation is faith, and we will happily point back to the One who gives all stories meaning. Consider us a merry band of believers with ink-stained hands.

With that warning out of the way, here’s the plan: every other month, we bring you a regular issue — our peculiar blend of essays, oddities, musings, and writing revelations. And on the in-between months? That’s your stage. We publish our readers. Your words, your stories, and your imaginings are scattered across our pages like breadcrumbs in the wilderness.

We promise nothing but the occasional epiphany, the frequent typo, and a steady stream of curiosities that may or may not improve your life in any measurable way. But that, dear reader, is the beauty of it.

So grab your tea of choice, set aside your expectations, and prepare yourself for ink blots that look suspiciously like conspiracies, conspiracies that read suspiciously like jokes, and jokes that hit far too close to home.

Welcome aboard. The printing press is loud, the pages are messy, and the ride is unlikely to be smooth. But it will, at the very least, be ours.

We are delighted that you are here and hope, when all is said and done, you will be too.

~The Conspirators