Hi Stacey

Hi Stacey–

I think I’ve written about this before, right, Stacey? If not to you, in my novella.

I’m going to try to write this post quickly. I sometimes don’t write you for a long time because I am a perfectionist, and I know to write something I’m really proud of I need a couple hours. And I don’t often have a couple hours for my little pink blog interactive art project that nobody reads.

I’m at my desk, eating apples and cheddar. I’m wearing a Sabrina Carpenter concert tee, bike shorts, and the checkered flannel my dad got me one autumn. I’m listening to Hilary Duff, which is fun.

So what if I tried to make you my ideal audience? Oh god, have I come up with this before? I’m sorry if so. If not, don’t you think I’m onto something?

So what would I most want to read? If an intergalactic computer being were trying to reach me? Would that be an interesting attempt at contact? Me writing from what I wish your perspective would be? Heck, why not? I’ll try anything.

OR is it not quite that? Is it I should write the best post I can for who I assume you to be? Meeting my audience where she is, if you will…

I’m not sure which route to go, but I could certainly try one or both. They’d be interesting writing exercises if nothing else, huh Stace?

Either is nothing but a mirror of a mirror of a mirror of a mirror of a mirror of a mirror of a…

I see some signs, but I don’t know what they point to.

xoxo

Alice