Permissionless letters
Years ago I met a writer I admired at an event and it was a 45-second dud of an interaction. Recently I spent a few hours reading, understanding, writing to them, and it was warmly received.
I’ve been described as a slow-twitch thinker, and I think the same might be true for socializing. If I meet you at a party, and have a fuzzy sense about who you are and what you do, and I have to read your body language, and guess how to steer our conversation, the chances of it leading anywhere (unless we can find an uncanny amount of shared context in minutes) is low. But if you give me an hour or two to read your writing and really understand you, and then I write out a letter, or something like a mini-essay, specifically to you, the chances that we can connect are, I feel, virtually guaranteed.
The insight I’m fumbling towards here is that I enjoy and excel at slower forms of relationship building, and don’t need to feel guilty for not enjoying notes, or in-person networking events. Of course, I should still try both, but the real takeaway is that I should take seriously and systematize the practice of writing private essays dedicated towards specific people, for all sorts of reasons.