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2 swell ideas in my head but when it comes to writing them down, nothing comes of it. I guess it’s that way with everybody at times. I live 500 yards from the Atlantic Ocean and I take walks often on the beach at night. I try to feel myself into something or have something feel itself into me. I never have a pencil when I think of something - and if I did have one, would I get something out of it? —But, I’ll stop this talk because I feel like there’s so much I can say that I’ll only fall all over myself saying things. And beside, why should I pick on you? I have no right to annoy a respectable citizen. You might be thinking “Just because I sent this guy a letter- does he think I have nothing else to do but read his mail?” I once read an article of yours in October 1930 “Mercury “ in which a woman seemed to cause you great discomfort by continually sending you manuscripts to look over. Now I’ll bet you are suspicious of the enclosed matter. But, honest, it’s not that I want to bother you - It’s just that I thought, perhaps, when and if, time irks you, you might look over these short stories (3). There! now I said it. I didn’t like to say it but I knew all along I’d have to. If you’re