Hey there. It’s hard to get into the ritual of blogging when you are trying to get at least one ‘item of post’ ready each night for the next day’s post. More so when it’s difficult even to summon up the words for said letters.
But that’s what I like about this challenge. I’m not saying I have been entirely successful, because I haven’t. But I have so far posted (or more likely asked my Daddy or M to post) 17 letters/cards and received 3. A lot of the time, I haven’t been in the mood to write, I have been tired and tried . But I ploughed on to try to keep up with the challenge .
“Never think, because you cannot easily write a letter, that it is better not to write it at all. The most awkward note that can be imagined is better than none.” -Emily Post
True words, which stare back at me from the official ‘Letter Mo’ planner. So far, two good friend’s responses, no, three, have been that my little colourful square of post has made their day. That’s reason enough for me to keep going.
I’m reaching out to twitter and blogging friends in ‘real life’ which I’m finding enriching. I’ve loved writing to Zoe and Alis and receiving a letter from Shaista. In fact, I think you should read their blogs, too as they are brilliant and inspiring ALL IN DIFFERENT WAYS,
Zoe: Papillion Roses
Alis: Alphabettering Myself
Shaista: Lupus in Flight
Also, it’s a great way to catch up with all the friends I don’t seem to see very often. Get them to sit down and hear me ramble on for a few minutes. I am concerned that my negativity and worry has leaked on to the pages a bit. I dearly hope I haven’t bored anyone or given them T.M.I or anything. The funny things is, the tireder (Word?) I was while writing, the more I wrote, as I wasn’t able to think of what was necessary or not.
My RL friend Claire is always kind to me on her blog, as it real life. It’s a great blog and you should read it: Claire Kelly a la Derry
There’s a post box quite near M’s house, tucked in a suburban corner, almost overgrown, no one has ever been near when I dropped my letters in. I like to think of that little red pillar box standing tall and proudly doing his duty, watching over my little paper parcels of words and love until the post person comes and takes them on their way.
I will still try to squeeze you in for a letter if you pop your details on my Postable. (Handy little thing.)
P.S I have a good photo of me writing a postcard in Dublin’s GPO but I don’t have my camera right now so maybe later. Also: What I loved about the GPO: The big gold-plated post box indoors which read ‘Dublin’ and it’s twin, opposite which held post for ‘All Places Except for Dublin.’ Cute.