Anybody out there ever listen to the Police? I had a thing about Sting in my twenties and seriously had a crush on a guy, despite his lack of interest or even knowledge of my existence, because someone once said he had Sting's nose. Shallow much? Fortunately, I've matured.
That said, I still love the music. The references to Greek mythology and Nabokov. The vaguely misogynistic creepiness of it all. The cheerfulness with which they approach such heavy topics as suicide and pedophilia.
Lately, I've been thinking about "Message in a Bottle". You know how it goes.
Just a castaway, an island lost at sea-oh,
Another lonely day, no one here but me-oh.
Sometimes social networking can feel like this. Like every Facebook update, every tweet, every blog post is really that message in a bottle, sent out into the void. Looking for some kind of response.
Woke up this morning, don't believe what I saw,
A hundred million bottles, washed up on the shore.
All those people out there tweeting and blogging and tumbling their little hearts out. Dick Costolo, CEO of Twitter, reported in June that 100 million people use Twitter every day. A hundred million bottles, my friends. All trying to reach someone.
Why do I bring this up? Because in a way, a novel is like a big note in a slightly bigger bottle in that ocean. We all write for the same reasons, whether our messages contain 140 characters or 82,000 words. We write to be read. Not just to hear ourselves talk. (though that can be fun, too, sometimes). Because any kind of message can be scary to send out there into the world. Whether you're posting photos of your cat or commenting on the guy next to you on the bus or sticking poems into the fork of a tree branch like Lennie in THE SKY IS EVERYWHERE. Because you never know what's going to happen when that bottle reaches the sand.
So cheers to all you fearless people out there, sending out your thoughts and feelings and daily cravings. Sting says, "Seems I'm not alone in being alone." And I, for one, am glad of it.
Thank you all so much for your comments, for your follows, for your views and your silent readings. For taking away whatever you find here, whether I know it or not. But most of all, thank you for your support and enthusiasm for GILT. That bottle seems like it is such a fragile thing for something that holds my heart and dreams.
Odette by Julie Summers
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