I use to write a lot more in my younger years, especially the days when I stood ashore while my husband was out to sea. I had befriended a real strange girl like me, that also was into writing. How fabulous it was, to meet someone which you had something in common. I always felt like a fish out of water in this sector of New Jersey, because creative inspiration was hard to find. Since the town of Red Bank became the rage, it brought a lot of more creative people into town, that has been swell. But back in 1992, one morning, I received a letter in the mail, from Bonnie on an idea for a story. It had been a few years since I written anything, since my art work took up so much of my time, and suddenly, ZAP I was writing again. Just reading a page from her, prompted me back into writing. It was a relationship that lasted years and little strange stories which we mailed to each other using the postal service. It was fun times.As the years passed, we got out of touch. She moved and married a high school sweetheart and I also got divorced, and went to another direction. Then one day, I just happen to be cleaning out a spare bedroom, and I came across all her letters. I had to count back in time and realized it had been since 2004 the last time we had contact, and I had a spontaneous thought, I wonder how my old writing buddy is. I had wrote her a letter, hoping she still had the same address, and a week later, I was thrilled, she still lived there, and wrote me back, saying how much she missed my letters and stories, and I missed hers too. She had enclosed her latest version of a new story. And that was all it took, suddenly I was writing again....
It is always so pleasant to get one of her posts in the mail.
