Oh my goodness, I devoured this book in two days. And I am not that much of a Jane Austen fan, but loved, loved, LOVED this book! I loved the fierce love/jealousy between Jane and Melody. Melody is a silly goose, but Jane could be so stubbornly blind to her own strengths. I knew full well how the love affairs would play out, and yet I went along for the ride anyway because it was so delightful. And the glamour in this was wonderful. The magic fit so well with the rules of etiquette, it didn’t feel forced like the zombies in Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. It flowed very natural with a very satisfying finish. Now I’ll have to read Glamour in Glass next! Five glamurals out of five.
I do believe I’m sick of Facebook.
This afternoon, I sat down and counted all that was posted my FB stream until I reached the bottom of the page (in writer’s circles, this can be either considered research or procrastination. I’ll let you decide).
Overall, I counted 154 posts. 54 of those were actual status updates that was personal (though one was a paste and copy meme). The rest broke down to:
63 links to articles, blogs, rants.
6 personal uploaded photos.
31 pictures, which consisted of cartoons, political statements, Venn graphs, memes, pithy sayings, people holding up handwritten notes, and…in one case that got me into this rant thing in the first place, a social media meme that someone printed out and taped to the wall. I mean…really? Why would you go from this?
AND THIS HAS BEEN RESHARED 8 TIMES ON MY WALL ALREADY. WHAT. THE. HELL?
Now, before you say, idiot, if you got a problem go get on Twitter. Or Google Plus–no one’s over there. I like Facebook. I like the sharing of ideas. I like meeting new people and being exposed to new music or shows, or getting inspired or cheered. I like the whole idea of personally connecting with someone across miles or even continents. But lately, I’ve been feeling overloaded. Too much information, but no substance.
Enter the Month of Letters.
This is the brainchild of Mary Robinette Kowal, an awesome writer and puppeteer who will be the Guest of Honor at Mo*Con this year. She’s proposing that February be a month where people will dial down and go back to the very first social media: writing letters. The idea is simple:
- In the month of February, mail at least one item through the post every day it runs. Write a postcard, a letter, send a picture, or a cutting from a newspaper, or a fabric swatch.
- Write back to everyone who writes to you. This can count as one of your mailed items.
Recently, I’ve started a new short story in a wirebound notebook . I’ve forgotten how nice it is to be able to whip out a pen anywhere, anytime and scratch down a few sentences. A few months back, I was going through some of my old letters from high school and college, and I was amazed at how heartfelt those letters were. Pen and ink can be seductive, comforting, and fun. I can’t believe I’ve forgotten that.
So, I’m going to do it. I’m going to write a letter each day in February. I got several people already I want to write to, but if you also want a letter from me, either send me a message on Facebook or Google Plus, or DM me on Twitter (yes, I know the irony of using social media for this). You can even leave a comment on my blog and we’ll get in touch. And if you are already participating in A Month of Letters and want my address, let me know!
This is going to be fun. Now I’ll have to dig out all that stationary I’ve been saving for no particular reason, and figure out what kind of stamps to buy. Fruit? Black History Month? The Garden of Loooooove?