Pardon My Correspondence

OK. I know that I just wrote a thing about writing lots of things, even when it's hard to write things, and then here I am today, appearing to not write any things. But that is just because I spent literally five and a half hours writing letters. One of these days I will write a thing about writing letters, but for now, this is what my desk looks like:

Does this kind of make you freak out? Piles of paper and scary drawers open and too many bottles of water? This is how I work BEST. 

So in lieu of an entry, here are three excerpts from three separate letters. I wrote twelve. Letters. They go slowly downhill. That's what happens with typewriters.

I will be back with stuff for everyone to read, all the way through, tomorrow.