Sometimes I write longer letters than other days. Each inspiration gives me something different, that’s why. But some days it’s also the mood that I’m in. Some days my brain just isn’t working as effectively. I hate when I forget to mention something really important about one of my inspirations and then I remember it a few days later. That’s why inspiration is so neat. It’s fluid.
For example, in my letter to The Ex, I forgot to mention his amazing cooking skills. But just the fact that I express my gratitude should get the message across that he is an inspiration.