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Letters

Dear Mother Nature: That was one wicked lightning storm last night while I was driving the lone highways of Utah. I’m a huge fan of your work, and I think you’ve outdone yourself. It was so brilliant and otherworldly, I half-wondered if the alien invasion was coming. My normally static-ridden hair was straight on end. Bravo for a spectacular performance!

Dear Man in Bookstore: No, I wasn’t admiring you. I was admiring the newly packaged leather-bound copies of To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. The fact that you weren’t admiring the books I was admiring, in spite of the fact that you stood right next to them, means you really aren’t my type and I’ll never be admiring you. Sorry. I hope we can still be friends  . . . in the I’ll-never-see-you-again-thank-goodness sort of way.

Dear James Dashner: Thank you for writing such a fun book. I truly enjoyed Scorch Trials and cannot wait for Death Cure. Your book kept me company while I drove the lone highways of Utah and watched Mother Nature do her thing. Your book and I had a great time together. Also thanks for the phone call. I”m glad you’re my friend.

Dear Family: Thanks for not putting me up for adoption when I get weird. You guys keep me grounded.

Dear friends: Thanks for all the comments, private emails, and words of encouragement. I promise not to stop writing even though I did consider it for a few minutes. I appreciate all your support. You guys are like a lifetime supply of flashlights with batteries.

Dear Manuscript in Progress: Sorry for the trim yesterday, but you look much tidier now. Those forty pages made you look a shaggy guy wandering around with no sense of purpose. It’s true when they say, “this hurts me more than it hurts you.” so stop whining.

Dear House: No you aren’t going to be clean this week. You’d think you’d be used to it by now. Honestly, House, you whine as much as Manuscript in Progress.

Dear Me: Why are you on the Internet when you have Manuscript in Progress to get ready?

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6 Responses
  1. Kristina P. says:

    My letter to Mother Nature would be a middle finger. 🙂

  2. Mine, too, Kristina. Especially because it’s snowing where I live right now. Snowing.

    Love the letters, Julie! They made me smile today.

  3. Josi says:

    Dear Julie,

    I think you are brilliant and witty and I am glad to know you. I’m sad that I didn’t get to see your hair on end, that would have made my day.

    Love,

    Josi

  4. Lord Vader says:

    Dear Julie,
    Thanks for sticking to writing. There’s not much I can do when you throw a temper tantrum except give you a hug and tell you I love you.
    And thanks for putting on your big girl panties and surviving a few days at home without me while I travel the back roads of rural Nevada.

  5. Dear Julie,

    You rock.

    Love,

    James

  6. Kimberly says:

    Looks like you’re finding yourself some happy, and you, my friend, totally deserve it. Can’t wait to work with you after Storymakers. It will be all kinds of awesome.

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