A Brief Letter To A Writer — Gödika Letters I — June 18, 1806
“Do you believe such fought miseries are the only compulsions for a Writer”

Away from the trappings, we so find ourselves here. At a timely interjection, my dear fella, I wrote to you previously, reaching nary a reply.
I forego that doubt now; As I’ve heard much lately concerning the craft you and I both pursue.
I heard a detraction uttering: “Only ever happy whence completely miserable” — do you believe such fought miseries are the only compulsions for a writer outside of a particular trade, would and should write? It is completely unfair to believe such slender frivolities of thought! Why, if one profited only over their own misery, that would incentivize only the most damming and ill-bethought acts imaginably!
Imagine such a pursuing being or rather Beast as that to forego the goodly living and become such a force to only attain the most abrading and sullen penchant of words as that!
It is a false detraction to believe the song of the heart, by the tractions of the Almighty be posed upon only such — Surely, the mirth and wealth doeth us most proudly by such visitations. Canonically, I mayhap to uncover a number of readers from the years’ around the birthing year of Sixteen-hundred and Twenty-two! In such years not too far off from Burton and Hobbes! — A marvel, certainly you may agree.
I end with you shortly, doing as I must as you’re in the making! I do hope you reciprocate your matted words soon — Truly.
Ever yours, Gödika Ahlberg.
In the year of our Lord: Summarizing the date of the Eighteenth of the Sixth, Eighteen-Hundred & Six.
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