Today I hand wrote 43 letters about my book to 43 high-falutin' hoopty-do people. Most of the letters said exactly the same thing. It took me hours and hours.
The idea is that they'll open up the package with the book and they'll see this handwritten note on personal stationary and they'll stop for a second because it's so rare to get something handwritten. It'll be a split second of intimacy between strangers. And hopefully one or a few of the words I wrote in those notes will resonate in that instant of attention so that the famous or powerful recipient will be inspired to give the book a little bit longer look. Maybe they'll read the blurbs on the cover. Or perhaps open up to the first page, skim the first paragraph. The might even get hooked, and stay up until 3 a.m. reading.
One can only hope.
But the point is, all this for some relatively sloppy handwriting. Are we all that automatized? Is handwriting now that precious?
Cross-X by Joe Miller