Dispatches from Rivermill

Rivermill is a town that doesn’t appear on any map of the north coast of California. The town is small, fog-knit, populated by reasonable women and men who have learned to listen for the right reasons.

Each week, most weeks, a dispatch goes out: a paragraph, a scene, an overheard line, a portrait. Once a month, a longer message.

There will be audio when I come across something worth hearing — the river, the headlands, the ocean, the kitchen of the Rustic Bar and Grill.

This is a place for the reader who is looking for a town to come back to. It’s for the reader who runs farther than is reasonable, alone, with one earbud out so they can hear the world.

It’s for the reader who grows tomatoes that they could buy for two dollars at the store and tends the herbs on their windowsill.

My name is J.D. Overstreet. I’ve been writing one way or another for forty years. Now I write about the mystical town of Rivermill.

The first book is The Inheritance. It’s on Amazon, where it has somehow gathered over two hundred kind stars from people I don’t know.

The second book, a prequel, is on my desk.

If you’d like in, the door is below. New subscribers receive a welcome dispatch from the Mailroom. It is a fair sample of what you’ll get. If it lands, you’ll know.

— J.D.

The mail route

Dispatches land in your inbox. No ads, no noise. If you’d rather read them somewhere quieter — with audio when there is audio — the Substack app is the better room for it.