You can surmise from how overdue this post is the first thing I’m thankful for.
I’m thankful for my family, which inspires me daily even when it takes me away from writing.
I’m thankful for the Christmas morning feeling of excitement that comes with opening up a new document.
For the knowledge that for better and worse (hopefully a lot of worse) I’m on a barreling ride for the next five months or so of a first draft and I can’t get off.
I’m thankful when the words flow so that I think twenty minutes have passed and I look up and it’s four hours.
For that sudden jolt when a story appears full blown before my eyes. (I’m not thinking then about all the hard stuff, the parts that won’t work, the wrinkles I haven’t yet foreseen, the sentences I will strike…)
For the time when every bush that blows in a breeze, every word I overhear, each thing I see/feel/know will somehow become part of this novel I am creating.
For the guy who waits on me in the diner and unwittingly agrees to be a character.
For the dreadful, wrenching plot twist that because I am sick/a suspense writer (take your pick) makes me grin.
For the discovery of a new author.
For the books I read that remind me of the heights I have yet to scale.
For this joy we call writing even though one word can’t possibly encompass all it is.
Your turn. What are you thankful for?