Now, we all know that the world wide web is not a safe place to be at all. Nothing new and for those that protect themselves, and hopefully others not a big deal.
Whilst I like to be able to communicate with the world at large, fantasies in my brain tell me what further cyber attacks could create. Havoc, sheer disaster.
Luckily I do not write fantasy for my old brain does not work like that.
Romantic musings spring more to mind at this moment in time. Thinking about the days one just had a fountain pen and a piece of paper to communicate with. My pen was my ‘weapon’.
I still write a thousand or more words per day with one of my beloved fountain pens. It is a great craft, held very dearly indeed.
Perhaps we should all just go back to that. I would write you a nice letter.