Saturday, July 02, 2005


My Dearest Corwynne,

So I have been thinking, and I am sure that in reference to having this fantasy world and writing about, we are truly fine. I am certain that many people have fantasy worlds which they visit regularly. I realize that most don't write about them, but I think they are just afraid that doing so would make them crazy.

I am, however, becoming slightly concerned about the events we allow to occur in our fantasy worlds. I would think that most people who have fantasy worlds make them into happy places where they go to have fun. But the two of us have created worlds that are, if not more work, at least as much work as our real lives.

Now in recent days I have noticed that on top of the troubles we invent for ourselves in the White City and the settlement, we have also created fantasy boyfriends who make fun of us for inventing them in first place. It make you wonder if Frankenstien's monster made fun of him for bringing him back to life and if things will end as badly for us.

I think that what it comes down to is that we might just be too realistic for our own good.

Anyway, all is well here and in the settlement. Things have been very quiet. Hope that the same can be said for both of your worlds.

Your affectionate friend,

1 comment:

Magdalene said...

It's all a matter of control. You have no control over the problems in your "real" life. You may or may not be able to solve them. You never know. In your fantasy world you can fix all your problems and you do it quite brilliantly and with humor and grace. And what problems they are! Import/export. Royal events. Dealing with a touchy future mother-in-law who has a bias against round ears (which is what she calls you when you're not around, Old Round Ears. She says it with a sneer). Managing elves. Building settlements. Conducting surveys. Compiling research reports. Who would give you the chance to try those kinds of problems in "real" life? There you're stuck with how to pay the rent (cause I'll evict you if you don't) and buy diapers. And try and figure out why your soon to be ex husband suddenly lost his mind without any warning. And how to get to where you need to be without a car. How to stretch your salary to cover cat food. Being alone. Going back to school so you can find a job. Working at keeping the job you have. Dull, boring problems, just like everyone else has. But you two don't want to be like everyone else. Anyway, that's my theory, sort of like gravity.