I think I’ll do a letter series to stay in practice. I have a thing for collections of things — all the same and all different. If that’s a strange concept, think of rainbows or all-differently-sized cubes.
The letters may be pure fiction; collections of words that wanted a place in the world. It is my pleasure to give them that place, but promise never to ask who they’re for or make me explain them. I can’t. If a letter sounds like it’s for you, then it is. The letter claimed you.
This is the masterpost: see comments for links to letters in the series.