So I received this anonymous postcard the other day which had a picture of a Thar on it. All that it said was:
Happy new home in Ballarat! This is not a bunyip, it is a Thar. I didn't even know there were such things.
Then yesterday I received an email from a Sydney poet in praise of The Ghost Poetry Project:
Bloody hell, I say, bloody hell! Just finished your book last night, and bloody hell it is good! Bloody hell. You have made a fine fine thing indeed, matey.
And little things like this are enough to keep one going.