One is the Loneliest Number. I know a lot of people do not like to hear me talk. Well I even bore myself sometimes. I am not the best at getting a grasp of the "delayed gratification" thing. I realize I do owe a few people letters, and so that is on me to write to them, and then they will send me a letter.

At this point I have not received any mail since Monday, August 1 and today is Wednesday August 10. That might not seem like much to all you lucky people in the free world, but I have no other contact with anyone worth talking to, or hearing from, at this point except via U.S. mail.

I will get some letters out tonight. [I never did get anything into the mail. I ended up diving into a novel.] I do wonder what has happened to all the people that expressed an interest in writing to me.

Even if you have changed your mind, drop an e-mail to the editor saying you are not going to write to me directly. I am lonely, and yes I am responsible for being in jail, but I can still feel lonely. End of pity party, time to move on.

Update: I never did finish printing this post yesterday, and in today's mail, Thursday I received TWO letters. I am now busily working at proofing three post, the one page of a letter I started yesterday and then typing a response to one of the letters I did receive today. One was from the editor, and the other from Mom and Dad.

What a difference twenty-four hours can make, I got the two letters today and now am happily getting stuff ready to mail out in the next four hours. I am printing this post only in a moment of feeling the need to be honest. Yes I got mail today and that certainly cheers me up, but I still should have been able to get some letters in the mail yesterday.

Shame on me!  ¶ 11:21 AM