Blogging has always felt a little bit awkward to me. From the beginning, I’ve wanted to address each post as though it were a letter. But it always felt awkward. A letter to whom? And yet it feels just as strange to open a new page and simply start talking. I’m old-school that way. Letters always begin with a salutation, and in my mind, my blog posts have always been letters.
And then I checked a book out of the library called Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel. Have you read it? (I’ve read it twice, actually. I’ll probably read it again before too long. I should probably just go buy it.)
In the book, references are made to letters written by one of the characters, addressed simply to ‘V’. We don’t know who the mysterious V is, and it doesn’t really matter. These letters give backstory and insight into the life of Arthur Leander, one of the main characters.
And after that, I stumbled upon a fabulous knitting blog, called Modern Daily Knitting. The authors of this blog write knitterly letters back and forth to each other: Dear Ann, Dear Kay.
There are probably more out there, but you get the idea. It certainly gave me an idea.
I’m going to try an experiment. I’m going to let my heart lead my hands and address these blog posts to a person.
Of course, that begs the question of to whom shall I address? If I pick one family member or friend, will another feel slighted? Or, God forbid, dread that they’ll be targeted next?
So I’ve chosen a person who doesn’t exist. I will name this person Vi.
As in rhymes with pie.
And you can silently substitute your own name, because you’re the one I’m really writing to.
There, doesn’t that feel better?
Until next time – All my love, N.