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Letters, musings and everything-block.

I love to receive letters. I just think it's so wonderful to read something that someone has taken the time to write for you! I used to write to a lot of authors when I was younger and I have a jam-packed envelope full of replies; one of the authors, Linda Chapman, sent me about 14 letters in total. I think I just loved communicating with people and e-mail wasn't so big back then. Saying this, before my computer died I had over 400 emails from authors.

I think it's important to let someone know that you appreciate what they're doing - whether that be by liking/commenting on someone's video, sending them a message/tweet/letter or commenting on their blog post... that acknowledgment can really make their day (or it does for me anyway).

I had a penpal who lived in Kenya, she was a girl who was a little older than me (I was 9/10 at the time) and we exchanged about three or four letters through school and then we left school. Then came all the turmoil in Kenya and I don't know where she is now, how she's doing. She was really lovely and I hope that, one day, I can get in touch with her again!

I seem to be having a complete creative block at the moment; I haven't been able to write blog posts, make videos... do anything of any creative merit. Perhaps it's because I've just exhausted my brain by doing my exams but it's very annoying. I write short stories and it's frustrating that I just cannot get anywhere with them at the moment. I also don't have many video ideas and I feel like a dried up well. [Insert dramatic over-the-top sigh here]

I think it could also be to do with the fact that I'm worrying about my bunny, who is quite poorly at the moment. He's being weighed daily and having medicine so hopefully he'll get better soon. He's old though... but he seems a little better. Fingers crossed and thumbs pressed (a bit of Germanic stuff there - they press their thumbs instead of cross their fingers!! Hehe!).

I started doing a dailypen, which failed miserably. I might start it up again but I just am forgetful and then don't have the internet and then start making up rubbish excuses.

Anyway, my plans at the moment are to read a lot, go back to school for six weeks, then have summer. In which I shall be going to France, getting my AS level results *gulp*, maybe to London for Summer in The City and to Seburgh. It's a whirlwind of adventure...

'Til the next time, keep smiling and DFTBA. :-)


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