As a teenager, I used to love to write letters. My letters took days for me to write. I’d start them on Monday, finish them on Thursday and stick them in the mail on Friday. Yes, I really thought my friends cared that much about my ~ whoa, wait! I was blogging on paper.  But I was also incredibly, um, anal about my letters. They had to be perfect. Each letter had to slant in the same direction, they had to perfectly formed. There were no mistakes. I didn’t cross out and continue writing. Nope, I scrapped the entire sheet and started all over again. Even if I was already…