Dearest Friend,
Who are you reading? I wish we could enjoy a cup and
you could tell me what happened to the story you sent.

I heard your tribute. I drink much less  than Baudelaire,
but I chuckled at the words as much as I sympathized
with your shaking hands. Stage fright doesn’t equate
to being ill-suited to the stage. Lose your self-consciousness.
and you won’t realize – or care – that you’re onstage.

Have you filled that notebook yet? If you haven’t or lost it,
find another and fill it. Lose your consciousness of having to be
right the first time. Make all the mistakes now. Make all the mistakes
you were too careful to make. And write them all down.