Are Ya Thirsty for More?

Because of the enormous outcry for more details concerning my recent submission to Unsent Letters, I present to you...

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Letters Which Still Remain Unsent:

Dear Unqualified People Shipping

Dear Territorial Town Librarian

Dear Just Born Candy Company, in Regard to Your PEEPS

Dear Mrs. Wendly Kate

Dear Doorstop Thief

Dear Substitute Teacher

Dear Fellow Prospective Jurors

Dear Butcher of Seville

Dear Orange Coat Girl

Dear Lunch Companions

Dear Lady Who Called Me Pretty and Asked If I Was Married

Dear New Car Salesman

Dear Drivers Who Obtained Your License From a Box of Cracker Jacks

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Perhaps I'm stuck in a writing rut. Perhaps I should include a chapter in my work-in-progress with my own unsent letters. Because the real deal will only publish two letters from the same author in each book. And they may not even want any of mine. An unsent letter is a terrible thing to waste. And each one feels SO GOOD to write. Sarcastic whining is like crack for Val. The more she does, the more she wants to do.

The above ideas were originally blog posts on my supersecret blog, with different titles. All they need is the letter treatment, and some fine-tuning. They could be offered to the Unsent Letters blog if the Unsent Powers deem my first effort worthy. There appears to be no limit on the number accepted for the blog.

If I was Sissy Spacek playing Loretta Lynn in Coal Miner's Daughter, Tommy Lee Jones as Doolittle Lynn might say to me, "You know, Loretta, we may have found something you know how to do."