As it turns out, once given the self made place to put all the emails I’ve wanted to send over the last two years, I’ve found myself at a loss as to what to actually say. For the most part the emails I’ve often wanted to send weren’t really all that impressive from a literary standpoint. In fact, the majority of which were probably run on sentences crammed full of four letter words and other close colorful cousins that I don’t often use day to day. You all can probably swear a blue streak on your own, if need be, so there’s not much point in that…I guess it’ll be an interesting journey to see where this takes us then.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Finding followers
In less 8 hours since the first blog, two followers joined. Let's see if we can make it to ten by tonight! Share it, link it, email it, get the word out. We're about to go viral. (:
If Frank Warren can do it, I can too.
Author Frank Warren invited people to anonymously contribute a secret to a local art project (Post Secret). The response was overwhelmingly positive. If it worked for him, I'm pretty sure it ought to work for me too...so here I am inviting you to send me letters or emails that you wish you'd sent, but didn't because you knew the divorce process was hard enough and it didn't need any extra pot stirring on your end. Perhaps your email needs a preamble paragraph to set it up or maybe your email stands alone and needs no accessorizing explanation. Share whatever strikes you. The sadness, the grief, the disillusionment of how life was supposed to be, the anger, frustration, the feelings and thoughts that make no sense logically, but can't be denied from the heart.
Email them to me and with your permission I'll share them here. Then we'll create a book as testimony to the strength and hope that endures even in the face of sheer heart ache.
Email them to me and with your permission I'll share them here. Then we'll create a book as testimony to the strength and hope that endures even in the face of sheer heart ache.
Dear Dr. Goetter
Dear Dr. Goetter,
About a hundred million years ago, you scribbled across the top of a classroom observation paper I'd turned in that one day you hoped to see me in writing. I don't really suppose you meant a blog about the endeavor of getting divorced or cheeky compilation of emails I, as well as others, have wanted to send. But rest assured, when the book is published, I'll dedicate it to you just like I promised myself when you planted that little seed of hope and inspiration in my heart.
Sincerely,
The student three rows in from the windows and the second seat back.
About a hundred million years ago, you scribbled across the top of a classroom observation paper I'd turned in that one day you hoped to see me in writing. I don't really suppose you meant a blog about the endeavor of getting divorced or cheeky compilation of emails I, as well as others, have wanted to send. But rest assured, when the book is published, I'll dedicate it to you just like I promised myself when you planted that little seed of hope and inspiration in my heart.
Sincerely,
The student three rows in from the windows and the second seat back.
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