The first time I went to work on a ship, whenever I felt lonely, sad, happy or just felt like it, I would write letters to friends.
The letter in itself had no agenda-it was just a mish mash of thoughts and feelings,past and present that I just unloaded on the poor unsuspecting souls.
Most didn't get it, few bothered to reply, and somehow over the years the practice fell off the wagon.
But letters to a friend was how I got infected by the writing bug...and the very act of writing, rather than its content, was what I found liberating.
This is a formal apology to one and all who have been subjected to such letters.
Bad habits are never stopped.They just get replaced.
And until I find a worthy, lasting replacement, you may have to grunt and bear a few more...letters to friends.
quid pro quo clarice
ReplyDeleteAlways welcome!
ReplyDeleterambling missives are a lot better than bragging blogs of self glorification...
ReplyDeletekeep writing, to yourself in the future and the rest of us
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