June 23, 2014
Dear Mr. Skarsgård,
If you skip the rest, that’s the important part.
I say it because you woke me up and got me moving to here, where I am doing what I believe I was meant to do. I don’t claim to a great writer, but when I am writing I feel more complete than at any other time in my life.
Your art inspired me to come back to this place inside myself and to make art of my own.
At the core of each of us we want to believe that what we do is important, is seen, and if we are very lucky that we made a difference in this world. I got a message from a reader a few weeks ago who told me that the subject of my fan fiction Twenty Questions reminded her of someone she had known that had haunted her for over twenty years. We had some discussion about her friend, the story and life in general and at the end of the day I felt as though my writing had led to making at least a small difference in her life.
That would not have happened without you deciding of all random things to be Eric Northman. That choice was a step toward the perfect synchronicity that awoke a sleeping dreamer who now dreams for others, as well has herself.
Thank you for coming back to acting and choosing to make art. Thank you for not giving in to those who want to buy you, own you, use you or trap you into being less than you are, less than you can be.
Thank you for making me love Eric Northman.
Thank you for making me want to write about him.
Thank you for making me want to write.
Together we reached at least one person. I think that is pretty fucking cool.
I know that you will likely never hear this quiet tiny voice of mine shouting out in the chaos and the dark, but maybe, someday, when you need it most, my cyber note in a bottle will find you, and tell you what you need to hear the most.
You are appreciated.
You made a difference.
Keep making art and inspiring dreamers.