A Letter to You

This past Friday I went to see a performance of sorts. I struggle for the correct description because it wasn’t play or a concert. It was a night of people (actors) standing up in front of an audience and reading letters written by other people. Some of these letter were written long ago, some were only a few years old.  It is called Letters Live and while it is not a new thing (they’ve held a few other readings in the past) it’s something I suggest you try to attend if you get the chance. Rumour has it that they actually filmed the performances this week so it may be more accessible to people outside of the UK.

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you already know that I have a fondness for letters and the written word, in general. I’ve written many letters in my day, some of which never made it to their intended recipient for various reasons. There’s a post from back in September where I challenged you, the reader, to go and write a letter and send it through the post. I am proud to say I took up my own challenge and wrote a long letter to The Blonde Child who I miss terribly and whom I know misses my motherly words. She got a very thick envelope full of them!

Now, for a change of pace and because I’m still struggling for an intriguing topic to chat about, I have decided to write you all a letter. While, I am pretty sure it won’t be nearly as poignant as some of the letters I heard on Friday, every word I write is true and sincere.

Dear Lovely Readers,

Today I’d like to express my gratitude towards all of you for taking the time to visit this blog. It’s because you visit and keep reading that I keep writing this thing. I appreciate you coming back from time to time to read whatever it is I have chosen to share.

You know a lot more about me than I probably know about you.  In recent months you’ve read my escapades through London. You know that I’m often lost in this city, literally not figuratively, and that I have struggled to find friends here but have managed to find a wonderful support system mostly within my writing groups. You know that I’m an introvert and that I love music, dance, theatre, and words. You know that I spend a lot of time trying to learn new things and that my inspiration for this learning often comes from very odd places. You know that I’m a bit of geek (or maybe I haven’t shared that part yet!) and that I’m a loyal fan of some very talented people and I’m not afraid to admit to it even if it’s something you are supposed to get over when you’re a teenager.

You know all these things and yet you come back and that means something to me. I cannot remember a time when I didn’t want to write. While I may never publish a novel, write a great screenplay, or see my work in a magazine or newspaper, I know I have a place to put my words and that there are always  a few people willing to take the time to read them. There is some responsibility in that and it’s something I don’t take lightly.

Again, I thank you, my friends, family, and those people I have never met.  Have a fantastic week; I’ll see you again soon.

 Warmest regards,

Jami