Hurl yourself at goals above your head and bear the lacerations that come when you slip and make a fool of yourself. Try always, as long as you have breath in your body, to take the hard way–and work, work, work to build yourself into a rich, continually evolving entity.

I have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boat Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.

Do I like to write? Why? About what? Will I give up and say, "Living and feeding a man's insatiable guts and begetting children occupies my whole life. Don't have time to write"?

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.

I knew you'd decide to be all right again.

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

You smile. No, it is not fatal.