A. Sherman KarlssonDear Mason,
Can you forgive me for taking a few days to write you this letter? I have thought about it ever since you left, and with each passing hour, the idea of setting pen to paper became a little more intimidating. The only other letters I write are to my grandmother, and she’s guaranteed to reply. With you, I dare not hold my breath.
Our whirlwind week together already feels more like a dream from someone else’s life, and I have therefore decided to approach this letter as a missive tossed into the void, a modern-day message in a bottle. That way, if I don’t hear back, I can attribute your silence to a catastrophe or a wormhole or some other unanticipated twist of fate.
Dear Willow,
And then the earth exploded (but I still reply)!
My friend Wyatt tells me that, letter or not, I should start all writing with an attention grabber so, there, I tried. The truth is that the only real apocalypse here was the snow-pocalypse. It took an extra day for your letter to arrive, but I’ve written back right away. After you shared your fears in your letter, let me share mine: I hope to never disappoint you, even in the face of an earth in pieces and snowy doom.
And then the earth exploded (but I still reply)!
My friend Wyatt tells me that, letter or not, I should start all writing with an attention grabber so, there, I tried. The truth is that the only real apocalypse here was the snow-pocalypse. It took an extra day for your letter to arrive, but I’ve written back right away. After you shared your fears in your letter, let me share mine: I hope to never disappoint you, even in the face of an earth in pieces and snowy doom.
Sparks Under a Northern Sky, coming July 14!