I got a letter in the mail today, which would usually be a very odd occurrence. Except it got weirder.
It was addressed in my own writing. Of course I’m like ????? because the last and only time I sent an SASE had got to be like, 3-5 years ago when I wrote a letter to an author.
I open it, and it is in fact a like, three year belated reply from @maggie-stiefvater of a really nice postcard and bookplate. I am baffled, but pleased, which I think is my intended state of emotions. I would like to apologize personally to Maggie for all the thirteen year old rambling in indecipherable pencil she received. All I can remember is rambling about Cole, from her Wolves of Mercy Falls series. I’m pretty sure it was something like two lined pages long, front and back. I have not become any less dramatic with age, that’s for sure.
(Also, because this seems like a fitting thing to add to this story: I entered Maggie’s art contest… a year ago? Two years ago? I received a tarot card for my efforts. It was the Empress card — telling me to embrace the outdoors. I was two days from starting the outdoor education program that changed my life.)