The World of Rhune

I apologize for the color change as I know the green is the preferred color, both of ours. However, since I recently made some changes to the website I thought if you happened just to get to reminisincing, as I do, and took a quick look at the website that a new color was likely to catch your attention. Brown seemed less forbidding and mournful than black, and for some reason the blue has always irked me. 

Anyways I find myself visiting the website quite often this summer, probably fairly obvious of my invention of an entirely new character. Alas, you don't seem to be as wishful and haven't responded as I hope. For all I know I am writing a message that will never be read. I was tempted to try more directs forms of contact, ones I knew you would look at, yet I found I felt bad. How often have I dragged you back to type a story with me only to give up as soon as something else engaged my attention? I don't know if you knew, but I've always felt very bad about that because you tend to recommit longer than I do. And I know that the story of Rhune is probably reached its inevitable demise.

I think the reason I am so keen to pursue it is I have a great urge to write, with stories always in my head, but that I have trouble motivating myself. With you as a partner I had a commitment to fulfill and it kept me writing. And I miss it dearly. To be honest, I've thought about searching for a new partner to write with, but it wouldn't be the same. I haven't even shared the fact that I write with basically any friends but yourself, and certainly not to the depth I've shared with you, not even my family. And although the internet harbors an endless number of writers, it would never be as comfortable as writing with someone who I knew and who I knew their writing style and interests. 

So although it is wistful thinking, I find myself wishing to write once again with you. But I know I couldn't ask that of you. So instead I have pulled up an empty word document on my screen that stares blankly at me. I love planning out stories, but I hate beginning them. Writing alone just doesn't have the same draw. 

I realize what was supposed to be a quick post about my choice of brown as a color has turned into me whining about myself in a depressing way. I'll get off my soapbox. I hope that, if you read this while it is still summer, that you have a wonderful summer. And I better get to typing at least a sentence on the blank document so it doesn't look so dang depressing. 

Sincerely,

Courtney