I’ve been conferring lately with the box of watercolors, mixing up some little white collage windows on a make-believe universe.
finish what you have promised.
It stares at me from the desk shelf at eye-level, a self-inflicted reminder against malingering lassitude.
Back in the first month of this year, one January 2011, amidst throes of energetic and wafting new year intention, I made a promise on Facebook to send handmade items out to the first some whatever number of people who responded with a like commitment in the comments. A neat creative energizing bump, right? A rev of the collective positive energy engine as it were.
I have, I fear, lagged some in point of actual follow through… but wait! The year has not run out yet, o ye foes and o ye friends– there’s still time to make good.
And so I’ve been doing, packaging up packages of small fulfillment, addressing them to envisioned endearing recipients, readying them for flight into the holiday winds.
Unfortunately, I now face the part of the project that presents the toughest hurdle for me: writing the enclosure notes.
(Weird, right? Remember when we wrote letters all the time? I’d write pages and pages at a sitting– now the prospect of a postcard sets me quaking. Still–)
See also: Dolly Voodoo.