Dear Julie Powell,
You know I am your kiss-ass fan. I love you because you changed my life three years ago just right after I watched Julie and Julia. You are such an inspiration to me and I owe you my current career. Your simple humor encourages me to move on and go forth. You are my favorite author. Whenever I am stuck I visit your old blog and suddenly inspiration flows through my attention-span-deficit mind. Every time I face sudden creative thanatos, I would always think, What will Julie do?
Did I say that I am your kiss-ass fan?
Julie Powell, I love you but I think I am hating you. No, not the abhor-sense of hate, but you make me frustrated. Although it might be quite unfair to blame this on you because I think other people are behind it, I am left with no other choice. Where the hell is Julie/Julia Project? Why did you take it down?
In times of writer’s block or just severe office boredom, that blog is my anchor and suddenly, one day, it is gone! Just like that. I didn’t even have received a note saying, “Hi there, I’m taking this down. XOXO Julie”, from you. Julie, I felt robbed– robbed of my precious little joy of reading JJP. You know I love you, and I know you will understand this frustration; but nevertheless, I am really really frustrated.
Julie, will you ever bring the JJP back again? You may be thinking of publishing it and sell it, but go ahead Julie, I’ll buy plenty of copies. Just make your entries available again. I terribly miss you Julie. I miss your humor. Please give me back my joy.
That’s my only request from you. And although I know this open letter might not reach you, I hope someone of a good heart will have this letter brought to you. I expect you to read this one and I would love to hear from you.
Hope to hear from you soon.