Monday, April 2, 2007

I had a thought today that I wish I had a penpal. Isn't that a strange thought? Considering how much I write to people over email and through blogs. I just miss the old-fashioned method of putting pen to paper and mailing it to someone. Boyfriend thinks I'm obsessed with greeting cards. I send them back home all the time for no reason. I just sent one to my sister and one to my mother yesterday, and I picked up one for my father that is waiting to go out.

All I do is write - for work, for school, for freelance jobs, for my journalling, for my publishing commitments... and yet I can't get enough of it. It's like an addiction to self-expression.

2 comments:

Andi said...

I hear ya. I looooove getting written goodies in the mail (almost as much as books!). Amanda A. and I penpalled for quite a while, but I've been such a bum with my thesis and other grad school committments that I've petered out. I hope to pick it back up because it's SO FUN. E-mail me your addy and I'll send you a written goodie occasionally. :D

Esaxxon said...

I have had quite a few pen pals and for 5 years kept in touch with them. Now I just have two but at one time I had about ten from all over Europe. We communicated via snail mail and e-mail and some of them even came to visit me. The epistolary relationship is a very rewarding one.