Today marks the 39th letter in the correspondence between Jen Michel and me. Here’s a little sample:
“I find myself mired in thinking about writing, in planning for writing. I keep waiting for the best conditions to write rather than writing as time allows. I wait for the best words rather than catching ordinary words, which certainly seem better than no words at all. These are faults I’m able to name, although they’re not faults I feel confident about overcoming, especially when the act of writing, in these pandemic days, feels a little more laborious that it previously did.”
To read the rest of the letter, click HERE.
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What began as a Twitter conversation between two writers on creative work and family life has become an exchange of letters. Here is where Postmarked began: