I sat at my desk with a sheet of lined paper, a black pen, and my box of colored pencils (which are organized, of course, by color group and by height). Michael Buble played on my iTunes. The heat was blazing from my little room heater. And I wrote.
The thing I like about writing letters to people is that you can be honest in just the right ways. Letters allow you to spill out your soul. They take away the fear of ridicule and the fear of being too cheesy. You won't have to deal with a response, or with interruptions, or with disapproving expressions. You just write.
And at the same time, letters allow you to censor your thoughts so you say exactly what you mean to say and what you want to say. Things don't slip out and become catastrophes before you realize it. There is such a thing as erasing, as starting over, as rewinding.
The only problem with letters is that they give handcramps. Which is why I've taken to typing a blog instead of writing a diary.
Reminder to Self: Write more letters!
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