** So, the below was the original, intended purpose for this site. As I so often do, I’ve sidetracked the motherfucker, and now it serves primarily as a short fiction outlet for me. Who is me?
Me is Tiana Dietz. I live in Seattle for now. I’ve got a novel that needs a new publisher. I like adventures more than anything, ever. I don’t like pigeons or possums, and no one should. They’re terrible beasts, really. Vicious. Awful. Okay. Thanks for listening, poke around a bit. If you think I’m terrible, let me know. If you think I’m great, maybe you should let me know but maybe also you shouldn’t. Sometimes I take those things to heart and for an hour or two I become insufferable.
People still send me letters to whoever, and I still publish them here. They are just labelled “guest” in the title, so that I don’t take credit or blame for anyone else’s emotions, inappropriate or otherwise. So feel free to send your letters to email@example.com
Email that is for me, personally, and is not a letter to whoever should go to firstname.lastname@example.org **
My father left when I was 12. Lovers have left and left their mark. Friends have vanished into the nowhere sometime.
If I thought I was alone, this would be self indulgent, self pitying whining.
I know I’m not alone.
Your dad left, your mom died, your husband stopped loving you or he never did. Your children forgot to visit long enough that you forgot to care.
In every single instance, you have something left to say. Something you didn’t know at the time mattered, or something you were terrified would make you even less lovable than you already seemed to be, and might ruin the chance you so desperately wanted to believe still existed.
Say it. Say whatever it is, to whoever it is. Send them a letter. Tell them you’re angry. Tell them you’re hurt. Tell them you don’t understand. Say it to their face. Say it behind their back. Say it with your name signed or say it anonymously.
Me? I’m a coward that way, although no one who knows me would really believe that of me. I choose to post my letters here, with the knowledge that the people who they address will either never read them, or never realize I’m talking to them.
But maybe it’ll make me feel better. Or maybe it’ll help you.
If you have something to say to someone, and you can’t, or you think you can’t, send it to us at email@example.com. We’ll publish it.
Worst case scenario? You’ll discover that someone else feels the way you do.