Things get fucked up a lot and you forget why you first started writing. I taught a class at Confetti in how to tell stories in Twine recently, and ended with a Q&A. They often asked about ‘games journalism’ and I was incredibly grumpy until I remembered: it’s great to be able to write and be paid for it in any capacity.
But further than that, I just love to write.
As if to remind me, a friend who I started writing long-form ‘letters’ to last year when he moved across the world sent me this wonderful thing, which I asked permission to give you in full (he remains anonymous, but suffice to say, I think he’s a top notch writer, extremely talented, with the same sort of confidence problems I had, or have). He reminded me of why I like to write, and why his writing to me in the profound way he did was good for the soul. He also reminded me to take time over what I write, particularly when it is personal. I hope one day we will find the guts to publish our private letters. But for now they stay in our mailboxes, fermenting.
Anyway, I hope you find his ‘rules for responding’ as profound as I did. I try to use them to make me consider how important words are.