I love the idea of writing letters. This year I decided to draw and send postcards to all my friends, to cheer them up. Everyone can always use cheering up. (I think I only managed about four, but that’s beside the point.) It’s on my to-do list to write letters to people to tell them what a positive impact they had on my life. I don’t think people hear that enough. Can you ever hear that enough?
Anyway, this got me thinking. (Well actually I saw a post on tumblr which got me thinking. But then I combined it with the previous idea and a full-fledged thought happened.) Why stop at just friends? Why not write letters to authors? Or painters, or musicians, or whoever impacted your life in a positive way? Who cares if they don’t respond. Heck, they might not even read it. But what if they do? It’s worth a try. Everyone loves hearing how great they are. And almost everyone loves hearing gratitude and that they did a good deed for someone, especially without knowing it. How much skin off my nose is it to write a letter? I’m an aspiring writer; if I don’t want to take the time to write a letter, how pathetic am I? I don’t know if I’d necessarily hand-write it, that’s not really cute unless you’re seven or have really good handwriting, but it’s worth a try, right? (I like rhetorical questions, can you tell?)
Yes, I know, stamps are sort of expensive, and I’m not asking you to do it with me. (Although I am sort of telling you that you should, if you want.) But I think I’ll try anyway. I just have to decide to whom to write. I’ll let you know if anything ever comes of it. Fingers crossed.