With Love, Grell Sutcliff

by RuGrimm

Every day, out of the kindness of his ever red heart, Grell writes an entry to his darling fans about his observations of life and reflections of various sorts. Now, they are finally being handed out...one by one...every day.

1. May 28th

To my darling admirers,

As expected, my thought process works in mysterious ways, and the idea behind such a project was never anticipated yet instantly accepted the moment it arrived in my conscious. I'm not one for diaries, persay. No matter how much of a lady I am, diaries have never quite appealed to me; I believe it mostly has to do with my hectic work schedule. Nevertheless, as the mortal world appears to deteriorate before my eyes, I believe that my oddities must be set aside in order to remedy the damage that has been done.

To the fan that is concerned for me regarding my seemingly out-of-character demeanor, I must confess that I prefer a more mellow approach in my writing to achieve finese and bring about the point I am trying to make. Although I may be long winded, and poetry is my passion, a clear, concise meaning must be achieved here, and I cannot do that if I embrace my graceful, womanly side. My pride is far to great to allow my feminine feelings to sour my reputation as an author. However, not even my coworkers seem to notice my interest in the literary field. I suppose that is due to their snobbish attitudes to those far too different to waste their time on understanding them. Call it a pet peeve of mine. Nevertheless, I couldn't care less about others' opinions. If they, or even you (dearest reader), say a negative comment, they should know full well that although I have quite behaved myself recently, that streak may end with their beautiful crimson used in creating a majestic work of art.

Again, keep it in mind.

So, let us get to the point.

I may sound to educated; you may think me to be William. I may come off as too blunt; you may think me to be (again) William. However, know that it doesn't matter who I am, my most precious little ducklings. It doesn't matter where I come from, nor the color of my gorgeous hair or the shape of my lovely teeth. All that truly counts is the coming entries in which I shall bestow upon you, my darlings, what knowledge I have learned in the long existence I have had on this earth. Please take what you can from it. Learn and become better than you already are. Perhaps then, I may spare you when the time comes.

With Love,

Grell Sutcliff