this brief piece is based on a writing exercise based on getting a “Dear John” letter from my favourite piece of furniture. On the website it came from various writers penned letters from sofas and armchairs, scales, toilets and even an electric wheelchair.
Here’s my very drafty initial attempt
Dear Joanna,
Well I’ve had enough. So I’m going. I could play sad music now, but I really don’t need to. I’m almost certain you’ll just go out and replace me, or more likely just beg borrow and steal which just goes to show how little I mean to you. So because I’m angry, I’m going to try and convince TiM to come with me. That will at least leave you time to consider why I left.
You really should have cleaned up after yourself. I’m sticky here and just generally grubby. Its called don’t eat near me. It just holds you up in the long run.
But my brain damage is the main reason I’m leaving. How dare you drop me! That just hurt. I know you can’t help it all the time but it hurts to be dropped. So I’m leaving.
I wish you well
Your humble dented and dirty MacBook and back up time machine
Possibly Related Posts:
- The email I wrote for international day last year
- Just writing
- Perhaps *part* of the reason for the neglect of the blog
- Weekend and quasi-book review
- The solution to writers block; talking.
