“You haven’t written in your blog in a few days.”
“Yeah, I’ve been writing mostly one person blogs.”
“One person blog?”
“You know, when you write a blog but instead of posting it you just email it to one person?”
“Beth… those are called ‘letters.'”
(context is for the weak)
Julie – I owe you a letter. I know. I suck.
I love writing letters, even though I really, really suck at actually sitting down to write them. Handwriting letters is a fun challenge since I don’t exactly have the best handwriting and my thoughts are rarely linear. Outlining a personal letter – yep, I need to be that anal. Otherwise be prepared to navigate the stream of conscious rambling that is my usual mode of thought.
Be warned – I get lost, too.
I like to include stuff in letters – pictures, weird bits of detritus I find while looking for a stamp. I like an excuse to use the post office because I like getting mail that isn’t a bill or a summons to appear in court. I like saving envelopes with other people’s addresses on them, always neatly written out, because it has my name on it and I love the idea of someone sitting down to write out my name.
It’s like a little incantation.
I joined Beth’s LJ a few weeks back. Beth is Amanda Palmer’s Personal Assistant, and I became aware of her while reading another blog of awesome. There is a post of a picture of Beth listening to Neil Gaiman read something he’d written for Amanda’s album, and the look on her face transcends joy and happiness.
It’s a look of contentedness. It’s a look that says “I’m right where I’m supposed to be and boy, does this rock.”
That’s a great smile.
So that’s why I’m stalking Beth (because she has a great blog to go with her great smile), and that’s what made me think I owe Julie a letter. I think I’d like to write more letters, since none of my Little Black Book projects have ever returned to me.
Who wants a letter? Just me and you and some stationary. I’d like to do this too, but my luck with sending stuff out hasn’t been good at all. I’d do it with a select few, though.
Who wants to play?
(yes I’m doing her keything too – sounds like loads of fun, yes?)