Dear Jack: A letters project.

I always have too many ideas for projects and not enough time. And as deadlines creep closer and the hands of the clock turn past twelve, they all seem to spring forth and demand my attention.

Letters are quite important to me. There is something about taking the time to physically write to someone that brings out things that  you would never say out loud. Once written, the idea is liberated, although sometimes never aired ever again.

I also love the other end of the scale, and the way that sentences take on a different life when spoken out loud. I love reading out loud, and would take a job reading to anyone would they let me. 

So here is the fruits of the marriage of these two. The working title is Dear Jack: A letters project. A mixture of my favourite letters from authors, strangers, friends and my own collection that I have never sent. Recorded, spoken out loud. Names have been altered where applicable. A little mystery never hurt.

Installment one includes my favourite letter of all time, an amazing piece from John Steinbeck, a letter about letters and one about, mailboxes. 

When I am less delirious, I will try and put this all somewhere a little neater and perhaps on it's own page. Probably not, I know me. But I have some other beauties up my sleeve hiding somewhere, so I'll record another few for posterity soon. Contributions welcome.

Write soon.