My dearest Corwynne,
I am sorry that I have not written in so long. It is strange, because I go to the settlement quite regularly and we are getting a lot done(I think). We probably eat and hang out talking and I am quite sure that parts of the conversations are funny or at the very least interesting enough to write to you about. The problem occurs when I get home and think that I will write to you.
When I sit to write, everything that we have done in the settlement becomes a blurr and the voices of our friends telling stories turn into the voice of the adults on Charlie Brown. The only thing I can figure is that this is imaginary writer's block. It is either that, or my imaginary friends don't want to play with me any more and this is their way of telling me. That would be pretty pathetic.
Anyway, I plan to spend some time there this weekend and hopefully I will be able to write about it upon my return.
Have a good time watching movies with which ever companion you choose. But remember not to let Eowyn cook if you are having her over. I would not enjoy reading a detailed account of the resulting illness.
Must go, it is time to put the baby in bed.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
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It is hard to say. I think that it is quite obvious that I am not a writer, but here I am really writing, albeit poorly. I think what has happened is that the imaginary part has becomed bloocked and that leaves me with nothing to write... hence imaginary writer's block.
K
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