Letter to Fame

Dear Fame:

Hi. I know you’re busy. I know that many people court you, it’s very rare that you will hear from me. Every once in a while something will accidentally happen that will have you and I rubbing elbows for about 15 minutes or so. I think if I add it all up, we might have met for about 2 hours and 18 minutes at this point, give or take. You’re nice enough, although I do admit that you embarrass me from time to time.

I’m afraid you can’t count on me as your constant companion, however. I’m not an opportunist. I’m not the kind of person who will go to the effort to put myself out there. I have this very full life, you see, and I’m busy living it. It’s not you. It’s me.

And the other thing? I haven’t done any thing worth having you hang around. I think you prefer people that your references (other people) suggest you check out. And so far? Not too much going on here. I do my job, and I write my books. I publish a little. That’s it right now. I’m busy doing these things, and I don’t have time to court you.

And I actually don’t intend to court you, even if I do something that might get you interested in me. People think you’re awesome to have around, but I know your nature. You are ephemeral, and you spend a lot of time ditching people and moving on. You aren’t a very good friend. I’m sure if you got counseling it would help you have longer relationships with others.

What astounds me is that people still keeping trying to hang out with you. They come to you whether they’re ready or not. Okay. That’s their choice. If you would do me the favor of not causing them too much embarrassment when they discover you aren’t interested in them, that would be great. I would also prefer if you didn’t lie to these folks and tell them you care, when you don’t. Because hey, many people won’t push themselves harder if they think they already have you around.

Let me be clear. I would actually prefer you didn’t visit me. I have no dreams of you or of wealth. I’m not sure at this point in my life that I even think wealth is moral, although it is coming in handy for home appliance purchases and spa trips. I’m doing my art because I want to be doing something with expertise in the end. I also want to do good in the world, although quite frankly, you visit the rare humanitarian. I dunno. Maybe you feel guilty from time to time and feel you should see how the other half lives.

So…I know a lot of people you can play mind games with. Knock yourself out. Stay away from me and mine. I am much better off knowing my own worth, working toward my own improvement, and focusing toward the perfection of my art.


Author: Catherine Schaff-Stump

Catherine Schaff-Stump writes fiction for children and young adults. Her most recent book, The Vessel of Ra, is the first book in the Klaereon Scroll series. She is currently working on its sequel, as well as penning the middle grade adventures of Abigail Rath, monster hunter.

2 thoughts on “Letter to Fame”

  1. To paraphrase Dunsany, since I’m too lazy to look up the reference…

    A slip of paper passed from Fame to one hand, to another, to another, to mine. It read: Meet me behind the outhouse in a hundred years.

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