Thanks for the reminder, that we are not alone. I feel better knowing you're out there too.
I wrote to you once upon a time, when I read the The Do-It-Yourself Guide to Fighting the Big Motherfuckin' Sad and I was so alone back then, and your reply, your words, your promise that if either of us though about giving up, we'd talk to the other. That promise kept me afloat through some dark times, and I feel so much joy now, that I couldn't have back then, and I am thankful for you, your writing, your big heart.
So happy to see your books doing so well, and know that I'm out here too, hoping one of your tours will include Vancouver, BC, so I can thank you in person some day. Still scared some days too, but still going.
I'm glad the stuff has helped. Thank you for telling me that. Sometimes I feel like I'm just throwing things at the wall all day. I mean, I know people buy my books and they have been doing so a lot more in the last few years, but these days I hear less from people that read my books. When only a few people were reading them I feel like I heard from everyone and it seemed as if there was some manner of community out there. My books sell pretty well now, but I hear less from people and... I mean, I get it. People are checked out. It's hard not to be. I want to check out a lot of the time. And I do. I mean, drop off the radar and hold all calls. Being alive right now is overwhelming and a lot of the ways we used to communicate have been taken away or ruined. I don't know what's next but we're entering an era of displacement (for so many reasons) and I don't like it.
I'm also much happier these days.
Happier I think because of the people and things in my direct surroundings or environment or something.
I miss when people would email each other pages of their thoughts and I miss how social we all were before social media and before our expanding knowledge of the world's pain. Agh, I don't know. You can't go back. Or you can try. I'm trying. I mean, here, trying here. Writing you this note instead of being like, "Thanks!" or just including a bunch of insincere canned symbols that mean nothing. I want something better than we have. I've always wanted something better. But I really want it now.
Hopefully there's no character limit to these replies.
Anyway, thank you for replying and I hope to take one of these tours to Canada at some point. I love Canada. I've been wearing a hat that says "Windsor Canada" on the front for a couple weeks. I'm so horrified by my own country's actions, it's nice to throw some bit of support at some other nation. I'm sure it's only a matter of time before some redneck piece of shit tries to fight me for wearing an "unAmerican hat." These times, these times. Okay, well, stay in the fight.
Hi Adam, thank you for the thoughtful reply, much better than insincere canned symbols!
I felt the same about what you said about emailing out thoughts. I remember your email in the back of the book, and I was like yeah, I want talk to this author! Haha remember when you’d have to ask someone to use their computer?
I miss the analog days, and I try to really be as present as I can, still do things with my own two hands, really talk to people when I’m with them.
Sorry to hear you don’t hear as much from your readers, I know that screaming into the void feeling. I am inspired by your DIY journey, and I’ve started writing here because I wanna be an author some day too.
I like thinking about you wearing a Canada hat out there. These are indeed dark times, and your work is bright light. Keep your chin up and I will too. Keep fighting! Because, like you say, Everyone good is necessary.
It's hard not to want to fight anymore. Sometimes I think about how nice it must feel to stick your head in the sand and not care about what happens to people or what happens to the world. But what a sad way to live. As much as caring hurts and as much danger as it puts you in, I'd rather care than hide. I'm afraid of... y'know, so many things, everything sometimes, but I won't hide.
Thanks for the reminder, that we are not alone. I feel better knowing you're out there too.
I wrote to you once upon a time, when I read the The Do-It-Yourself Guide to Fighting the Big Motherfuckin' Sad and I was so alone back then, and your reply, your words, your promise that if either of us though about giving up, we'd talk to the other. That promise kept me afloat through some dark times, and I feel so much joy now, that I couldn't have back then, and I am thankful for you, your writing, your big heart.
So happy to see your books doing so well, and know that I'm out here too, hoping one of your tours will include Vancouver, BC, so I can thank you in person some day. Still scared some days too, but still going.
I'm glad the stuff has helped. Thank you for telling me that. Sometimes I feel like I'm just throwing things at the wall all day. I mean, I know people buy my books and they have been doing so a lot more in the last few years, but these days I hear less from people that read my books. When only a few people were reading them I feel like I heard from everyone and it seemed as if there was some manner of community out there. My books sell pretty well now, but I hear less from people and... I mean, I get it. People are checked out. It's hard not to be. I want to check out a lot of the time. And I do. I mean, drop off the radar and hold all calls. Being alive right now is overwhelming and a lot of the ways we used to communicate have been taken away or ruined. I don't know what's next but we're entering an era of displacement (for so many reasons) and I don't like it.
I'm also much happier these days.
Happier I think because of the people and things in my direct surroundings or environment or something.
I miss when people would email each other pages of their thoughts and I miss how social we all were before social media and before our expanding knowledge of the world's pain. Agh, I don't know. You can't go back. Or you can try. I'm trying. I mean, here, trying here. Writing you this note instead of being like, "Thanks!" or just including a bunch of insincere canned symbols that mean nothing. I want something better than we have. I've always wanted something better. But I really want it now.
Hopefully there's no character limit to these replies.
Anyway, thank you for replying and I hope to take one of these tours to Canada at some point. I love Canada. I've been wearing a hat that says "Windsor Canada" on the front for a couple weeks. I'm so horrified by my own country's actions, it's nice to throw some bit of support at some other nation. I'm sure it's only a matter of time before some redneck piece of shit tries to fight me for wearing an "unAmerican hat." These times, these times. Okay, well, stay in the fight.
Hi Adam, thank you for the thoughtful reply, much better than insincere canned symbols!
I felt the same about what you said about emailing out thoughts. I remember your email in the back of the book, and I was like yeah, I want talk to this author! Haha remember when you’d have to ask someone to use their computer?
I miss the analog days, and I try to really be as present as I can, still do things with my own two hands, really talk to people when I’m with them.
Sorry to hear you don’t hear as much from your readers, I know that screaming into the void feeling. I am inspired by your DIY journey, and I’ve started writing here because I wanna be an author some day too.
I like thinking about you wearing a Canada hat out there. These are indeed dark times, and your work is bright light. Keep your chin up and I will too. Keep fighting! Because, like you say, Everyone good is necessary.
It's hard not to want to fight anymore. Sometimes I think about how nice it must feel to stick your head in the sand and not care about what happens to people or what happens to the world. But what a sad way to live. As much as caring hurts and as much danger as it puts you in, I'd rather care than hide. I'm afraid of... y'know, so many things, everything sometimes, but I won't hide.