The Social Experiment: The not so successful blockbuster (read to towards the bottom)

Fun Fact: I write a decent amount of stuff. Now I won't go down on record and say a superfluous amount, yet I wouldn't say that it's on par with a majority of people. 

True Story: To bring this blog full circle at last, I wrote my first entry shortly after taking my Pop to a hospital one night, or super early morning depending on one's outlook.  The thought of this blog came to me then for whatever reason, and I decided to act on it because I needed something to do.

The reasons for writing have changed over the years but the intent for it has remained essentially the same. Synthesize those thoughts and feelings which I keep, admittedly, to myself and get them out of my mind and onto some sort of medium.  In high school I wrote prolifically and terribly, but that's to be expected I think.  When I got to college the writing slowed and essentially became non existent. Well that's not entirely true. I wrote a lot, but it was always a paper on something of absolutely no relevance (I'm looking at you paper concerning my internship experiences, or you discourse on The Cave (and sadly no, not the Mumford & Sons song)).

Then came the summer following my sophomore year in school when I went to some military training in the lovely states of Alabama and Mississippi, in the middle of July and August. Communication during that time was limited to one form and one form only: written letters. Yes kids, there do exist times and places where one cannot have cell phones, computers with internet, or smoke signals and we can refer to this place as purgatory (you Catholics may need to look this one up... only kidding, slightly).  While I was at this training, my Mum wrote to me dutifully and with love daily. Yes, daily. I've entered her into the "Best Mother Ever" competition being held by some yet to be determined corporate sponsor.  I, in return, took my 30 minutes of free time each night to reconnect with writing and wrote what I could to those back home.  After repenting my sins and being released it didn't matter, I was hooked. 

Since then I've used writing as an outlet for all of those things which I pent up inside my mind. It's a release very intimate to who I am and what I feel.  This is mainly because I've always kept  a majority people at greater than arm's distance for one reason or another during my life.  As you may have noticed, I've shed this mentality while at the same time embracing it by creating this blog (ha, take that moral conundrum!).  So here you all have it, an unobstructed look into my life.

All this talk has me wondering, who enjoys writing these days?  I propose a little social experiment: write something, anything. It can be a letter, prose, poetry or heck even a drawing. Leave me a little comment on the blog here saying you'd like to partake in this experiment and your email, then I'll send you an email which will have an address you can reach me at and send me your writing/art. I'll then take that and forwarded onto someone else participating.

Let me break it down for you: You create a piece---> You tell me you want to participate and provide email address---> I send you an address---> You mail your piece---> You later receive someone else's piece.

Fun Fact: Everybody likes receiving letters that aren't bills (that isn't scientifically supported, just a hunch).

This little project may be a bust, I don't know, but it is entirely dependent on viewer interaction! So get to writing whatever it is that you'd like. Motivational letters, short stories about insomnia, hiakus on velociraptors, or a pencil drawing of someone feeding pigeons in the park. Anything that strikes your fancy. It doesn't need to be long or need an author attached to it.

Hope everyone has been doing well and gearing up for Halloween! Take care everyone and thanks for reading!

drh