About two months ago, in the middle of the night (I’m a night owl, my hours are twilight until “ah bones it is time to stop”), I wrote a let
A late night letter in appreciation that I am permanently in "side quest" mode.
Exploration with grease pencils as envelope decorating tools. A quick ramble about discomfort when someone, whom does art as a hobbyist, discredits their value because they are not seeking to make money from their wares -- capitalism is an economic force, not a measure of personal worth.
NOT IN THE POST BUT RELEVANT: In my letter, I talked a lot about the joys of not letting perfection strangle me any longer.
Amusingly. I have a large pile of mail to reply to.
And I have been waiting to reply until I get the proofed cards for the next Netherworld Post print run back.
This is ironic, I realize, as I type this, because I am tempted to start writing immediately, but the press run is literally later this week, so a few more days and I can just keep teh original plan.
Maybe.
Maybe I'll just write everyone a lot.
