I’ve always been better at keeping up with people through words. Real words, not e-mails, or texts, but words scribbled in my personal handwriting, the font of my body. My closest friends can vouch for me on this that I’m never one to call. When something dramatic happens, I send a one line note explaining it factually, rather than with emotion. I like to think I’m a reasonable person, but after you see me gorge on chocolate and potato chips, you realize I’m slowly losing my mind. It’s the reasonableness of everything, the rational that makes people crazy. Later when I’ve over-analyzed and lost sleep, I’ll send the five page note paper with margins and white space filled. My best friend Sars, in New Zealand receives cards for every occasion, even the Emily Dickinson quotable card when she feels like a housewife. It says, hey, you could be a spinster – it could be different. However, last month I was busy with Valentine’s and traveling, and I wasn’t able to be a part of the Letter Writing Challenge and so I’m going to participate in March – the month of Spring, and awakenings, and lots of flower gametes floating into pollination. It’ll be the perfect month for letters everyday.
Why letters? Why not email or a funny text message? Well for the second one, there are joke apps for that. For the first one, how impersonal. I send e-mails when I’m working, when my friends need to see the newest LOL CAT image. I send cards when I feel like decorating, or embellishing, or hoping someone will tack it to their real cork board (and their pinterest one). Sometimes, when I’m online, I can get sucked into my own head, or the world of google where everything is at my fingertips. In February of last year, I quit facebook because I found that I wasn’t communicating with my friends. I already knew their lives from facebook pictures, and status updates, why would I need to call? It was an excuse to let people bite the dust. Well, not anymore.
Yes, this means I don’t have nearly enough to do and now I’ll need to add in: creating telegrams, letters, notes, post cards, happy grams, cards, messages, parcels, envelopes and, words and pictures in each mailed package. Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I just love getting mail; opening that bread loaf black box and seeing something other than a credit card advertisement.
To do this, I was hoping to have people to write too. I’d like to spend 31 days writing to people who are new to me. Or people, who I haven’t known my whole life, or lived in the bed next to for a summer, or spent my spring evenings with. So, I’m opening this up to all of you. I think in order to do this, you will have to believe that I am not a serial killer, and will not take your addresses and spam you with vacation packages, or car insurance quotes. In order to prove this, I’ve decided to hand-make all of my own cards. This means, you may think a first grade relative sent you something, but really it’s me, Southern girl from Books & Bowel Movements. To the left are examples of my sweet water color skills for homemade cards. I made these in teen center art class.
It would be best if throughout March, or before it starts, anyone who would like a card filled with poetry quotes, bad handwriting, and sketched hearts, please email me your address. I’m looking so forward to this challenge and so forward to having a reason to create odd art on the carpeting of my bedroom floor that I really hope a few of you participate with me.
If you feel like you don’t want to send your address – feel free to do the challenge with me. Spend a few moments of everyday with the blue boxes of the American postal system, or with the lady behind the counter who weighs your package against the metal scale. Spend a few days standing in line staring at the PO Boxes, watching people with their gold keys unlock the holes filled with advertisements, and newspapers. Spend a few days with a pen, and not a keyboard.
If nothing else, award yourself with this cool badge to your right. I know that’s always something that makes me want to do a challenge – placing a participation badge on my blog. I’m such a loser. Clearly, I’m that kid in third grade who only reads because I get more gold stars, or who cleans the blackboard so I can get extra credit. I should really just hope for a pat on the back. What is that about? Maybe I need a psychiatrist to really delve into that. Maybe someone who wants to participate and receive one of my letters will get something about the over-analyzation of my life. I’m going to try to make every letter different and cater to something about the person I’m writing too. I may have to read a few blogs, or use my psychic abilities to find out something wonderful for each of you, but I’ll work hard, I promise.
My email: clmannesATgmailDOTcom
My goal: mail 31 letters (I will mail two on Monday’s so that I can even do Sunday’s, which totally deals in my over-achieving nature).
Join me on the journey of letters.
There are a ton of blogs that did this for February. I believe the starting blog was LetterMo. In my search around the interwebs, I found the Letter Writers Alliance which just made me happy with all their stationary.