I don’t actually care how or after i get the Letters in the Mail. Every time it arrives, it feels like a letter should be. It’s suddenly there in my mail box a single day. A wonderful, tangible surprise. I’m for you doing whatever you want when you send it. Mix it up for your individuals who help get it sent out. Include crumbs from your lunch. Coffee stains. Whatever. Keep the tedious character of getting letters out to a minimum by doing whatever you feel like that day. The arrival with the letter and the words with the author inside are what matters. Personally, what I like very best about The Rumpus is that I in no way know what I’ll read that day. Or if there is not one that day, maybe it’s because Stephen couldn’t find anything to say or there was way too much going on.