Love Letter


Dear Writ­ers –

… espe­cial­ly writ­ers whose medi­um is fic­tion: genre, lit­er­ary, role-play­ing games, plays, movies, etc.

What we do is hard. Don’t let any­one tell you oth­er­wise.

Nov­el­ists espe­cial­ly. 80,000–120,000 words to sus­tain a trans­for­ma­tion, to imbue a world, to make characters–even walk-ons–live, breathe and some­times die between the ink and the page in a cohe­sive, mean­ing­ful, nev­er-bor­ing heart­felt way. All the while know­ing that what you see and feel and strain to put down is nev­er ever what the read­er will get out of it.

That’s the bless­ing and the curse of the writ­ten word, or the game sce­nario. Because the read­er isn’t us, they can nev­er expe­ri­ence the sto­ry the way we do. But we also can’t expe­ri­ence it the way they do. And some­times read­ers and play­ers are amaz­ing­ly gen­er­ous with their buy-in. Fan­doms are proof of that.

All cre­ators live with con­stant doubt and frus­tra­tion and time con­straints and the inter­ven­ings of real life. It’s hard to chew through it, swal­low, and con­tin­ue on to The End. Over­whelm­ing­ly dif­fi­cult some­times.

So, thanks. Thank you to all the writ­ers of my favorite sto­ries, poems, movies and games. Thanks for slog­ging on through the long process of get­ting your work pub­lished, or out to your gam­ing groups. My brain and spir­it love to roll around in what you cre­ate.

You’ve made my world bet­ter. You inspire me to be a bet­ter writer, and a bet­ter human.

All the love,


Open Letter


From Me to You

From Me to You


An Open Let­ter to the peo­ple who have shared their sto­ries and their lives with me lately–mostly strangers–but also a few friends.


Dear­est Fel­low Human –

You may know me, or we may have only met briefly in the Star­bucks line, or through a drop-in flash­point in a game, or from a com­ment made in a Face­book group we’re both in, or stand­ing in the sun­shine on the side­walk.  But that’s okay.  How­ev­er we came togeth­er, you were hav­ing a hard time, and you need­ed a friend.  It’s good we talked.  I’m glad that when we part­ed you felt like you were heard and sup­port­ed.  I’m not always good at lis­ten­ing, so I’m glad I could be there for you in that time and place.

A lot of peo­ple I know are hav­ing a hard time right.  They’ve lost loved ones, are strug­gling with health issues, have too lit­tle mon­ey, feel out of con­trol, fear the future, strug­gle with who they are, or sim­ply are so damn tired all the time.  You’re not alone in feel­ing this way.  Truth.

After we part­ed, I wished I could have giv­en you more.  I want­ed to wrap you in a warm blan­ket, hand you a mug of hot cocoa or love­ly tea, read you a good sto­ry, and let you know things can be okay some­times, even if they’re not right now.

There are a few things I wish I could have shared with you, things I think you don’t know how to believe in, or are for­get­ting just now.  And I don’t want to sound pushy, but I hope that you will believe me, even just for a lit­tle while, as I tell you:

  1. You are worth lov­ing just as you are right now.   You Are Worth Lov­ing Just As You Are.
  2. Your sto­ry mat­ters.  You mat­ter.   I want to hear your sto­ry, in what­ev­er way you want to share it.
  3. We can’t save oth­er peo­ple, no mat­ter how much we want to. We can only love them for as long as they’re in our lives, near or far.  The only per­son you can tru­ly save/fix/change is your­self, and that’s where we need to start.
  4. You can only do your best. Some days your best will be excel­lent, and some days you’ll feel it’s not so much.  Cel­e­brate the good days, and for­give your­self the hard ones.
  5. You’re allowed to feel what­ev­er you are feel­ing, even the ones that oth­ers think are ugly.  
  6. It’s okay to ask for help. Some peo­ple won’t be able to do much, but oth­ers will.  We all suck at ask­ing, but every­one needs a hand or a hug some­times.
  7. Be kind to your­self and oth­ers as much as you can. You deserve kind­ness, and so do they.  Some­times kind­ness is hard to come by, but give and receive what you can, as you can. 


I don’t know if we’ll ever see each oth­er again, Fel­low Human, but thank you for shar­ing your time and your sto­ry with me, and for includ­ing me in your life for a while.  I hope it gave you at least the seeds of what you need­ed.  I wish you gen­tle days and rest­ful nights, and all hap­pi­ness in the days to come.


With love,

The Stranger In The Cof­fee Shop / Online / In That Game You Love / At The Park


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