6/19/39 [
1731]'s letter to [
849]:
Dear [
849] -
After three or four attempts to produce something even
remotely constructive, things have become so serious, I beg
for your help. It's Jamie. [Fictional character of one of
[
849]'s books.] The moment I write a word he starts his evil
tactics, zipping across the table, sticking his tongue out
and more often than not, his thumb is at his nose while his
fingers wave frantically. When I attempt to correct a page,
he jumps into the little cupboard, slams the lid down noisily
and rings the bell, shouting, "He don't know nothin'. He has
to re-write." But that's not all. Commas bring out his true
self. "Go back to school, you lug," he sneers. Twice he
broke my pencil point and when he was still outraged because
they continued to appear, he knocked my pencil out of my hand
to the floor. I have removed the bell but to no end for he
flips the lid as if it were the catch on an ice box door,
jumps in an effort to beat his last mark and shouts, "You
can't concentrate, your story's like a fifth grade essay,
boy, what slush." This morning he had all three of our
watches, demanding to know which one was his. I plead with
you to finish with him, get him bound so that he will be
proud and contented until a critic takes a whack at him like
he is doing to me.
Your brutish friend blubbered tears of anguish in his coffee
because he carried you wrong side in and I expected he was
going to take to strong drink. However, I talked him in to
going fishing so that he might forget. Later I noticed a
high tide so I think he went swimming instead.
I hope you and [
1521] made Washington without being overcome
by nature's unrestricted sense of duty, although I presume
[
1102] might be the object of no little concern inasmuch as
it was her first flight. Anyway, may you be resting easy and
drugless when you read this wish that your trip was not an
ordeal but a pleasure.
[Wife] thanks you for your thoughtfulness; to wit: (there
goes Jamie again). Thanks, [
849].
Here's luck to you.
but I say, Let's stop talkin',
Get to walkin'.
I suspect it's been difficult for you to read this far but
paper and pencil cage my thoughts and I pray the forthcoming
reading will assist me. I feel like a traveler who is lost
but believes he could make the journey if he knew the proper
direction and the distance of it so that he might conserve
his food and strength. The following questions may not be in
proper form for the reading, so please edit them as you see
fit.
You will have before you the body and enquiring mind of
[
1731], ..., Fla., who seeks information, advice and guidance
as to his life work, and just how he may proceed to get
started on it. You will answer the questions he has
submitted as I ask them:
1. Should the entity write short stories for magazines? If
not what should it write?
2. If the entity continues it's efforts as it is now doing,
could returns be expected this year or should it seek
employment to bring about financial assistance?
3. If employment is necessary for the entity, where could it
be found?
4. Will the entity be able to make a living by writing, in
the near future?
5. Is the Hardy agency the proper outlet for the writings of
the entity?
6. Is the entity on the right course in thought, effort and
work, to bring about happiness and security for it's family?
In regard to the first question, you know how much I am at
sea about what I should do, if and when I can.
Best of luck for a swift recovery and please thank Mr. Cayce
for his kind interest in me.
Just a five o'clock boy. [
1731]
P.S. As I read the above questions, I'm sure you can clarify
them so as to bring out the TYPE OF STORIES and the course I
should pursue to LEAD to accomplishment, as well as what
further preparation is necessary.
I'm sure you understand that it is not PATIENCE that I lack
(as I did before) but it is vital that we conserve our small
bank account until I get something other than a rejection
slip.
7/12/39 See
1731-3.



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