Happy Thanksgiving, Wordplayers!
I’m taking this week off to focus on the things I’m grateful for in my life. Mostly just for fun, I thought I’d share a random list of some them:
- Wordplayers!
- This site, which keeps me learning and writing and thinking week after week, month after month, year after year.
- Beautiful, beautiful words—black on white, long and short, rolling in my brain, curling on my tongue.
- Stories—of courage, truth, hope, pain, love, curiosity, and beauty.
- Clickety-clacketedy typing keys.
- Other writers howling into the void, so I may catch the echo and howl back.
- Patterns and logic and creativity and theory.
- Those perfect witty comebacks that fall out of other peoples’ character mouths—and just so perfectly suit in real-life conversation after conversation.
- Shiny book jackets and stately hardcovers and well-lined paperback spines.
- My illegible inky scrawl in notebook after notebook.
- Dreams and visions out the corner of my eye all day long.
- Markus Zuzak and Kristen Heitzmann and Louisa May Alcott and Frances Hodgson Burnett and Charles Dickens and Charles Frazier and Zora Neale Hurston and Brent Weeks and Audrey Niffenegger and C.S. Lewis and Charlotte Brontë and Jane Austen and L.M. Montgomery and Timothy Zahn and Brian Jacques and Ursula Le Guin and Edward Rutherfurd and J.R.R. Tolkien and Anthony Ryan and Susanna Kearsley and Terry Pratchett.
- Awwww-wooooooo! (that was me howling into the void).
Happy thanksgiving, all! I hope you’re celebrating a life full of gratitude—and not least for all those little writerly joys with which we get to fill our moments.
