I’m crazy enough to believe that I can – or must – learn the things you’re supposed to seek from academia by embarking on a journey to start an online magazine from nothing but an amazing group of people. I have always been very proud, and it’s been tremendously misplaced for most of my life. But perhaps – with age – I am recognizing the ability to be proud of something parallel to my efforts to build Extratone. But in starting this, I am taking the steps to realize something I’ve needed for balance: an outside line.
Before I continue, I have to make a few promises to you about whatever future is in these letters:
- I will not revise them beyond the backspace key (within reason.)
- I will be as honest and genuine with you as I can be with myself.
- I will not revisit them after they’re sent.
- I will not write you out of vanity.
- I will only write you when I feel like it.
- I will write you whenever I feel like it.
There’s an obvious common thread, there. I have internalized words as my function, and my pride has long since turned to obsession over my voice. It has all but ruined my ability to tell stories. I may ramble. I may get things very wrong, but I have to learn how to do so, again.
I think I’ll start with some more intimate works I’ve been sitting on for a good while.
Until then,
David
