I’ve always been a letter writer. When I was 8, I started scribing letters about which boy I liked, and I sent them to my cousin who lived 800 miles away. Over the decade my cousin and I wrote to each other, the boys changed, but the rest of the letters stayed pretty much the same.
When I left home to attend Queen’s University, 2300 miles away, my parents bought me a roll of 100 stamps. They were gone by Christmas. Because I wrote.
And now, years later, I write. Not letters, but words.
This holiday season, I want to write to you as a thank you: for reading, for encouraging me, for putting up with my sass. Even if this is your first time here (or your first time commenting), I’d love to mail you something.
In particular, I’d like to write you a postcard. You know, one of those things that arrives in your mailbox but is not a bill? One of those things that is written by hand?
And I’m going to make this a little fun. I’d like you to give me a word you’d like me to include in my postcard to you. It could be a new word, a difficult word, a bizarre word, a whatever word. I will somehow weave your chosen word into the tale I write to you.
So if you would like a postcard from me and you live on planet Earth, this is what you need to do:
- Tell me “yes” in your comment below and leave the word you want me to include.
- Email me (or DM or FB message) me your mailing address: IronicMom(at)gmail(dot)com. If you remember, put POSTCARD as the subject line (I lose my emails faster than brain cells).
That is all.
Around the web:
If you’re interested in reading some of the writing I’ve been doing around the web this week, feel free to check out the following:
- An Obituary for Sex (at NickMom, Nickelodeon’s new edgy humor site)
- Go Ahead: Surprise a Reader with a Note (at Wordbitches, the writing blog I co-author with Elena and Trish)
And please go check out what Thing 1 and Thing 2 have been up to in Saint Paul. Mike is keeping them entertained. The photos are priceless: One Thing Leads to Another.