Have you written a letter recently? Didn’t think so.

I have. SO nerrrr 😛

I still write letters to people who are living overseas. There are instant messaging platforms and social media; you probably call your friend over the other side of the country to ask them what they think you should wear on a date…BUT the cliche seems true- there is nothing like a real letter in your hands. I’m sure I’ve written about it before, but it’s that time again, because I think it has something that you can’t get with sending a text.

When someone writes you a letter , you get to see their soul on paper. They didn’t use a keyboard or IPAD, which produces fonts that a zillion other people are also using. They’re using their brain and hands to form each letter (even poorly.) They found a pen or pencil and a piece of paper like people have done for hundreds of years before them, and they sat down, put aside some time to think about you, for longer than a a second. It takes forever to actually write anything when you’re used to typing one-liner insults in gaming chats or a quip down the side of a Rumble stream. It even feels strange sometimes to move your hand and grip a pen rather than just push keys.

The mail isn’t perfect either, I’ve found that sending a “parcel”‘often arrives quicker than a letter (depending on where it’s being sent) and it does make you think that it would be far easier to send whatever you’d like to say over an instant message instead. At least you can tell that they received it, you get told “seen,” which gives an added bonus; you can tell when they want to ignore you (Ha!) However, I do think it’s worth it to hold on to some traditions like letter-writing. I even think that writing may become a lost art many years into the future. We have so much technology and more convenient ways to contact people now, and even talks of brain chips to communicate (looking at you, Elon Musk,) who knows how humans will end up communicating?

Digital messages save on space, time and money but it lacks human flare and a personal touch . There is not another letter like it, whatever type of letter you receive. It’s not chat GPT, it’s not a canned response, it’s not a variation of a certain amount of fonts that were available to choose from. It’s personal, unique and just for the person that receives it. I think letter-writing is one of the last skills and forms of communication that has heart.

 

 

 

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This year has been the biggest adventure I’ve ever had. The cliched term “roller coaster” springs to mind but only because there are probably no words to describe it. Some people fall in a puddle and cry themselves to sleep every night, -I did that too… but your character is tested and remade when you suffer a miscarriage,  abandonment of sorts, and were told to leave your job of ten years…all in less that 5 weeks. It’s tested with 6 planes and deep questions. It’s stretched to the breaking point.

When I first put pen to paper (yes, Cleo is that old) I wanted Cleo Darkrose to be a champion. She was going to be a kickass heroine with some faults, resolve that could be heavily tested and rarely fail. It was so powerful that it became a critical driving point in King of Spades. Cleo Darkrose struggled with being broken down in ways she hadn’t been previously, ways she was surprised could affect her.

I wanted to live vicariously too when I wrote her (just a little!) Cleo could do things that myself and my friends couldn’t; fire cool weapons and do almost-supernatural feats. I gave her a real-life emotional streak, humans can’t feel nothing all the time so I wanted her to have periodical/rare cracks in her stoicism.

It turns out her failures are mine too.

We’ve been so fucking strong that we forgot there was any other action available.

When you miss the boat for crying, (inconvenience, lack of privacy for a meltdown, another task that needs immediate attention before you can think about what you’ve just been through)…you swallow it down and then it’s gone. And…you get “stronger.” I don’t actually know what that means. Are you strong or are you numb? Is there a difference? And does it even matter? Time keeps moving, ready or not …and there’s too much I want to do and be a part of. The most important thing is that I KNOW HOW TO GET BACK UP and keep swinging, as long as I’m able, and I think that’s an important quality to have.

I took some time off to visit places I’d never been and do things I’d never do. I’ve met people  different from me. I forgot that I could create and recreate my reality. It’s easy to fall in a rut where you just accept what’s dealt in your direction…and sometimes it hurts to try and go against that. But it will be worth it…if only for the blog post at the end.