hokelberry! i know i just saw you, but i already miss your credulous mug! thanks for opening up this google doc and for firing off the first letter, even if murph hasn’t yet agreed to take part.
let me start here, murph: landing the gig on orange is the new black back in 2017 afforded me a lot of spare time, and, wisely or not, i spent most of it with my face in a book. after filming wrapped and i returned to the audition pool, i began to reflect on all those free hours, wondering what--if anything--i had to show for them.
might my days of reading have been better spent, say, writing? another year gone, a child on the way, still no new role secured, i feel certain they would have.
i now find myself wanting to start a <quote-01>project where the process is as important as the outcome<quote-01>--probably because i’m currently out of work and tired of being considered for stuff i ultimately don’t get. i want my efforts to matter.
so i approach the two of you with this idea of mine, this epistolary experiment, because you both came to me with <quote-02>your<quote-02> works nearly ten years ago. what a treat to drop in on the two of you at the start of those projects in your letter, hoke.
is it brazen of me to offer up our friendship as the raw material for something creative? let me just say, murph, that i know of nothing like the braided memoir i propose. think of all we’ve shared over the years, the familiar cast of characters. think too of what we still don’t know about each other, the discoveries we’ll make along the way. i buzz with the promise of it all.
my initial thought was that we write toward the birth of my first child in the early fall. as fathers yourselves, i imagine fatherhood will be a point of interest throughout the letters--your experiences in juxtaposition with my expectations. there’s also the upcoming baseball season and the election. wouldn’t it be nice to watch these events play out together on the page? if we begin to see something of promise in the form, we might consider continuing our correspondence until we see each other again at christmas--a year in letters.
as for the form itself, murph, i’m not sure how best to defend it. i’m reminded of why i memorize bach’s goldberg variations without hopes of ever performing it for an audience: because i believe i need to.
let me, to this end, echolocate hoke’s invocation of the book of matthew with this qualification for you, murph: christ cared not whether there were two or three, but i do; i ain't doing this shit with just hoke.
at any rate, <quote-03>we got you<quote-03>.