The Rules, such as they are

The game of letters is a simple one; two or more authors write back in forth in character. There's usually a reason why they must write to each other instead of actually meeting in person, but that's a reasonable enough challenge given the era of Twitter and text.

Since we're all fond of different genres, it's also reasonable to suppose that more than one set of stories will start to take shape. Tag your stories with a title and the names of the characters involved and it will be easier to find story threads and add to them.

I'm going to be tweaking the site periodically to better suit the needs of the active authors. Feedback the change you want to see in the world.

Lastly but far from being leastly, this is supposed to be a fun exercise to get brain cells vibrating and fingertips tapping. Don't take it too seriously, don't take it at all personally, just wax your purple prose and take it for a spin.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Random letters...

Tarzan,

    You have once again neglected to replace the leaves in the loo.

    I realize that being raised a wild ape man has left you perhaps unaware of simple common decorum. I however was raised civilized and do enjoy some modicum of civility now and again. So for the sake of our union I implore you, replace the leaves as needed.

    Also, while I’m thinking of it a few other itchy points as of late...
         When picking fruit for yourself to eat perhaps bringing some in for me would not be such a challenge.
          Belching loudly after a meal does not mean you approved of the food in spite of your brothers chest pounding approval to the contrary.   
         Grunting at me is not the same as having a conversation again contrary to your brothers opinion.
         Bathing is not an option before coming to bed and for the final time NO your monkey may not stay in the room with us at night, I do not care how much his yowls and howls “inspire” you if you can not get from point A to point B with out the monkey watching than perhaps you and your monkey need to find a new tree to live in.

    Yours,


        Jane


PS…your mother is coming for a visit, bring home a lot of fermented mango juice
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