http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/A blog of unsent, sent, and invented letters from now, but usually not this nowhourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/576948.... who think they need one would begin to find the right one. Funny too because it is the last thing I would think of for myself at the moment. Having a witness to some of my deepest (and lite) thoughts means I don't need a 'bus'. Occasionally you leave the door to your mind...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/571956Dear Mr. X.... er JJ, Funny isn't it.....I only just had the thought that X may be your real name. If so I like it and if not I like it. It works in the story too, and I am happy. Thank you. There was a little friction in the air here over the past day or so but all is good now. How to explain...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/567319Dearest..................... Today I followed up on a curious email. An agency tracked me down (they had more success than you - smile) to say that I'm entitled to a handy sum for all of the photocopies made in schools of a biggish deal feature I wrote last year. The man has a good job methinks -...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/567050Dearest....... quite a to do. The driver and engineer stepped down to inspect the track. Passengers at the back looked across the bend to the front of the train and then turned their gaze at the lily pond with no hysteria or complaint. Soon the driver, a keg of a man, squeezed back into his...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/566764Dearest Stunned......, Still thinking about P's name. It must befit his sharpness, power, uniqueness, humour and sensitivity under the hard shell. Just a name for a man who finds a world in a nanosecond. If you have a thought about that or anything always dare to share it (pls). I just spent 45...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/565618..and mountain. Interesting that the road less travelled winds up around the hill. I was thinking yesterday about a man I know who at 17 grew 8000 palm trees and sold them for $80. At the new nowheresville supermarket yesterday, I chatted to a woman who works there. She recalled how I snapped up...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/565124I am writing, sitting on my deck, the trees and hazy mountains before me, my Tori - Scarlet compilation playing, sunny day, the breeze has just stopped. My laptop is on top of my lap (smile) and I'm relaxed on a big chair with footrests that pull out. OK, so maybe I can do both kinds of writing -...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/565106I think he turned up because he earns his crust being paid to 'chat' to women who write. He loves it because he has them in his thrall and so he tells them about his 'secret' correspondence and Tschaikovksy (sp?). And they listen because he may help them. I am soft ) because little nanothings get...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/563454To you... "I am very lucky," the small girl said, showing her delight at all she was given. This one is too. Sometimes other factors seem overwhelming and I feel every step. Today I feel weighed down. When will my hard work pay off? If I am so clever, why must I struggle so? The trick of course...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/562775for you.... The absence of love is easier to bear when you know what love means. You miss it like oxygen but at least you know why you can’t breath. It’s because love is not easily found. It can’t be plucked off the shelf. The colours and textures are not pick’n’mix from a catalogue. If you try...