A lot of my private thoughts flow in the form of letters. I'm not sure why I often think in this form, but I have a suspicion that it may be because I've read too many Jane Austen novels and watched Pride and Prejudice far too many times.
If there is one thing I feel like missed out on from previous eras, it is without a doubt writing and receiving hand written letters. There aren't many things I love more than a piece of mail with my name written on it and a note written inside. I cherish them. In fact, I have a box full of letters and cards that I simply cannot throw away.
If you've ever given me any card or letter, chances are that I have it stashed away somewhere. Rick thinks I'm crazy, and I must admit he may be onto something.
So I decided to put that form of thinking into blog form. Here's a link to my new blog:
I feel a tiny bit sheepish in sharing it, because I'm not sure anyone would be interested in reading it-- it's more daily musing than anything. If it starts veering in the direction of being too personal or intimate (which letter writing seems to tend to) then I might set it as private in the future and just add some of the letters on this blog.
Eliza is just a form of my middle name Elizabeth. She may be some ideal vision of my self, a set point in my past, or even a vision of my future self. Maybe all at once (shrug)-- who knows?