An Open Letter To James M. Sama

Dear James M. Sama,

I’m writing and open letter to you because I can’t send this in person. The irony is this letter is about writing letters. One thing I love about your posts is how you promote chivalry and the right attitude when it comes to dating and relationships.

In this day and age, making contact with prospective suitors is so incredibly easy what with emails, texting, Facebook, etc. Instant gratification is the norm and there is no waiting for a reply anymore. You don’t have to wait days of anticipation for a response. And I think it is that instant  response that has made it so men in particular, don’t have to work to court women. I think it’s our (women’s) own fault. We make it so easy, almost as if we were desperate, to be at the beck and call of a man. I’m not saying this as a cut on men; far from it. I love men and I am looking for a good man. A man who is willing to win my affection. And in the past, which includes up till the past  week, I have been willing to be at the beck and call of any man that shows interest.

What if instead of women giving out their email, we gave out our mailing address instead? Okay, yes, there are stalker guys/girls out there, so instead there is always a work address as well. What if instead of instant gratification of a text or email, you asked a guy to write you a letter and send it to you?

For anyone to send another person a letter, you have to sit down, take some time, and think while you write out a letter. Then you have to wait for a reply. It could be a two day wait if you live a couple hundred miles from each other. It’s still a wait within the city. And what is a day waiting for a real letter when sometimes it takes a person days to write a reply to an email? I am one of those people. I rarely jot off a reply email. Really, email only makes us think we are getting an instant response when in reality it can take as much time.

When my parents were dating, my father, who’s handwriting wasn’t very easy, painstakingly wrote my mother who was working as a nurse at a summer camp several hours away. My mother’s previous fiance wrote her while she was in Africa for a year. When my mom was going to college, a man she was with wrote her letters; poetry.  He never mailed them to her, since they were on the same campus, but he gave them to her.

I called my grandmother today and while my grandfather was in the military during the Korean war, and she was in college, they wrote each other every day. She mailed a letter every day, he sent them almost every day (come to find out, sometimes he would send three at once!)

Courtship was done by letters and rare phone calls.  There was the wait and anticipation and longing that comes from waiting for a letter.

I think we all could stand to slow down and take our time dating and getting to know each other. We need to stop promoting instant gratification, because it leads to having it in other areas of life. If a guy is willing to sit down and write you a letter, especially if you ask, tells you that he is willing to take the time to get to know you.

Now, I will conclude this letter/post by stating that I love email. Underscore love. But even I think I use it too much and need to get back to writing letters even more, and I’m someone that likes writing real letters. Since I have a Post Office box, I think I’m going to attempt to see if a guy will write me instead of email me in the future. It’s just an idea, and I thought you might like it.

All the best to you. I do enjoy your posts and I’m always pleasantly surprised, though I need to stop being that way.

Sincerely,

Kate

What Did You Do To My Book?

9780399169731_Chasers_of_the_Light-320x440I sat there this evening contemplating blackout poetry. See, I find it rather cool, and lovely, and unique.  So far, one of my favorite ‘authors’ is Tyler Knott Gregson.  I have his book, Chasers of the Light, and some of his blackout poetry is within the pages.  Obviously he had to take a book and black out the words to create his masterpiece, but I wonder, has he ever wondered about someone taking his poetry and blacking it out for their own blackout poetry?

Probably not.

I am not one to destroy a book for art, but at the same time, I have started marking over a book for poetry. I found a paperback copy of The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh, and I picked it because I liked the cover and couldn’t even get into the first pages of the book. I kind of wish I had a heavier book to do this in, but I haven’t found one I like yet. Hardback would be better.  But anyways, I’m marking the book and I have one poem done. And it’s pretty, though very beginner-ish.

I think I need to find a better pen than a sharpie….

But here I am marking a book and ‘destroying’ the words within for my own gain.  Would I feel so comfortable if I knew someone were taking my novel, my poetry, and marking it over?

Probably not. But art is art. Right?

Honestly, I’m not sure how I feel about the whole thing. I picked up an older discarded copy of C.S. Forester‘s Flying Colors (a Captain Hornblower novel) thinking that would be fun to mark the pages. But I just can’t seem to bear marking the book. It’s mixed feelings. Wanting to create, but not wanting to mar what might be a good book.

And while I love Tyler Knott Gregson’s poetry and how he uses scraps of paper, I cringe at the thought of taking a blank page out of the front of an antique or old book.

See, my first love over writing, is books. They should be cherished and loved like a woman, and you don’t just discard them or rip pages out of them and turn them into something new. The woman analogy still applies here.  So, I’m at a crossroads of creating. Do I destroy to create something new?

Or do I find alternative methods to creating these new styles of poetry?

Gads, what would Sir Walter Scott, William Shakespeare, and Emily Dickinson think of these new forms?

Kate

Saturday Inspires – Paddington Station

I was able to slightly indulge in one of my favorite stores yesterday. Paddington Station in Ashland, Oregon. This store is totally girly, though not so much that a guy won’t find some cool stuff in it. They have the BEST ornaments and gorgeous things. I could browse this store for ages. Sadly, I only had about 45 minutes, which went very quickly. But I was able to snap a few pictures. I just love this whole three story store.  There are five pictures from the actual website, so I can’t call them mine, but they add to the flavor that I can’t capture.

Snow Moustache Season

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Well it is, isn’t it?

Happy Friday, dearies. Only 5 more days until you should have everything wrapped. I, sadly, still do not have two of my gifts even done! And today I am off to donate blood to the Red Cross. Hey, there you go. Want to give a gift this season that doesn’t cost you anything but really helps out a lot of people? Donate blood at your local Red Cross. There is always a shortage of blood, especially right now. I urge you to consider it.

Kate

Saturday Inspires – Ladies

I love looking at beautiful women. There is something about looking at women dressed like I want to look like that inspires me. I’ve loved looking at fashion magazines and Victoria’s Secrets for years and I still like seeing a good looking woman. So, here is my own inspirations for this Saturday.

 

So, any lovely ladies inspire you?

Kate

Lanterns

Emily Dickinson Lanterns  When I saw this quote from Emily Dickinson, I thought it had to be from a poem  and I wanted to find it. Sadly, it seems to be just a quote. I feel it could have been something marvelous.
I found this wonderful picture, and combined the quote with it, and I think it’s perfect.
It reminds me of Loreena McKennitt‘s song ‘The Mummers Dance,’ and sometimes I feel I need to go looking for myself. What a more romantic way than by lantern light.

Happy Sunday
Kate

Suck the Fat

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I love this. I keep bouncing up against it when I pop into one of my folders and it always makes me laugh.
Granted, I try to avoid people that suck the life out of me…. except for the people that take my blood when I donate. I actually like them…. And they are sucking my life….. Lol.

My advice is to avoid people that suck the life.

Happy Sunday.

Kate

Saturday Inspires – Books, Ink, Coffee… Mostly In That Order

Books. Gotta have ‘em. Ink. Love it; need it. Coffee. Well, as we all know, a must.

I think all of these things inspire this blog. Maybe because they are all what get me through the day. I can’t live without books. I have been debating a Kindle for a while now, and I have the opportunity to get one for a decent price due to sales and gift cards and what not, but honestly, I’m just not ready. Most of the books; in fact all of the books I read are real books. I hold them in my hand. I don’t want to have to purchase books I want to read for my kindle, when I can spent a quarter at my local library. I’d much rather support the library than anything else.  I’m just not read.

Ink. Well, as a writer, that is crucial.  There I was in the post office today and thankfully I had a pen at hand. I yanked an envelope out of the trash bin and started making a list poem from the bulletin board.  Someone recently just clued me in to how unique our bulletin boards are in my town. We have several of them and you can get anything from a cord of wood to kittens. Just check the boards.

Coffee.  Lord knows I can’t live without my coffee. Right now I have been seriously overindulging in the cafe. I think 7 cups is more than I really should be drinking. I mixed it up tonight with a cup of Gingerbread tea. (Celestial Seasonings) It was herbal, so that was a change. But I love my coffee. If I liked the local coffee shop more, I’d spend too much time there. Since I don’t, I don’t spend time there. Ha!

Here are images that I keep to inspire me all relating to books, ink, and coffee. There might be tea in here too, because, hey, as a writer, we drink a lot of tea as well.

Enjoy.