Texting with my husband, Thursday, noonish

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Me to him – Do you ever think: hey, maybe Carrie will be happy being a writer? I get flashes of that sometimes. I’ve been pretty happy these past few weeks working on Girl Runner, running, being with the kids.

Him – It sounds like a good life. Not sure you can cure the restless feeling.

Me – I’m oddly buoyed by this stranger writing me this kind letter urging me to keep my focus.

Him – You have to think about the amount of effort that letter took.

:::

To the stranger who wrote me a letter: thank you.

To all readers who have read a book they love: consider writing the author a letter. We read alone, and we write alone, which is a paradox, because we read and we write to experience connection. Who knows, your letter may be a sweet spark.

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