I adore words. I love speaking, singing, and especially writing. With the heart of a romantic, the mind of a historian, and the anxiety of one who fears committment, I LOVE letters. My favourite forms of communication include paper, pens, keyboards, and screens.
I also love projects. Something, most likely, to do with my desire for boundaries, rules, and organizing. But like Sea Wolf, I am only a "Middle Distance Runner." So long term projects have never been my thing. I shudder to think about the half fulfilled projects I've tossed out over the years, and let's not speak much on what I currently have hiding in the craft closet.
With all of these things in mind it is no large suprise how much I also enjoy mail. And I'm tempering my feelings. Receiving mail is like hearing a baby laugh for the first time (and being the cause), watching the first leaf fall, or tasting a perfectly ripened peach. It almost hurts.
I've been, with the recent revelation reverberating in my mind that "People are NOT Projects", thinking mail is such a lovely project. So some of you may have recently gotten prizes. If I have your address, you should most definitely be getting something (although I can't say how soon, because things must be made, compiled, found, wait for signs from the universe, etc.)
If I do not have your address but you want in on the fun please send it to crzyquinn at hotmail dot com. No Place Is TOO Far!
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Now that I think about it, I can't remember the last time I got a newsy letter. Even my penfriend of almost 20 years has reverted to email.
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