Dear H.

Before you throw this away and regard it as junk mail I want you to hear me out. We have never met before. In fact, the only reason I was able to find you was due to the fact that you gave that lecture to my class about three weeks ago. Remember that little creative writing class? Yeah? I was that little girl in the back row with the dark hair writing the entire time. I looked like I wasn't listening I know. I looked like I was bored out of my mind and doing some other homework. I really wasn't, I promise. I actually was just writing down things that I wanted to ask you, but then you ran off before I had the chance to ask you anything in private. So, I wrote down your name before you left and did a little research thanks to a friend of mine who knows the net much better than I do.

Now to the reason I'm writing this letter. I admire you so much, I really do. All the shit (pardon my language, but I'm college student, I don't know any better) you went through, the trails and the way you used it all to make you a better writer, a better person. That is so amazing. And your work, it takes my breath away. The poem you wrote, the first one at the beginning of your first novel, it made me want to cry, I did cry. I want to thank you for that. How did you ever go about getting yourself out there into the real world? Weren't you ever scared of what could happen when you gave that poetry out for the world to read, putting your soul completely out in the open. I feel like I know you just by hearing you speak, reading your words, it all means so much to me. It truly does.

To meet you in person was truly an honor and thank you for sharing so much with us. You seemed so calm and collective up there as you told how you go about writing on a daily basis, when you knew it was something that you truly wanted to do. It almost frightened me to hear how much we are alike. I knew it was something I wanted to do when I was in middle school too. I plan on thanking the teacher who got me started on writing just like you did. I wish I could be you.

I must sound so pathetic like some crazy fan letter or something. This isn’t meant to me like that, it really isn’t. I guess I just have so much to say that I just don’t know where to start and where to finish. I have so much I wish I could tell you, so much I wish I wish I could put into words. It’s hard to come out and say something even if it is on paper or typing on a computer. It’s almost like a writers block, but it’s more of a fear because you are not sure what will come out if you open your mouth. Maybe I’m just shy, just not used to being in the public eye.

Where do you get your inspiration? I know that’s a moronic question that you must hear all the time, but it’s something I would really, truly like to know about you. I bet it is fascinating. Or maybe I’m just being a “fangirl” again, wishing I had your mind and half of your intellect.

I only have one question left and it’s the one that I hope you’ll answer out of all of them. When you were turned down and they told you that you did not have any talent...how did you help regain your confidence? Did you ever just want to...stop and give up on it all? How did you know it was worth your time to keep chasing what could be a dream that falls apart at the hinges? So many questions, I know, let me sum it up in one final question: how did you keep going when the entire world, and even the world beyond our, seemed like it was against you? I need to know because...I feel that way. I feel like that I am pursuing something that will not get me anywhere in life. Just like the music business there are so many musicians out there that could be making millions of dollars with their new sound, but no one is willing to give them a chance? Do I just sit back and wait for myself if and when it will come?

Thank you for reading this, I really do appreciate it. Although it may seem like 700 words of nothing, I would love for you to write me back. Not just because I want to say that I got a letter from you and sell it on ebay, I want a letter from someone who would understand what a fellow writer is going through.

Thank you so much...for everything.