I knew I'd have at least 24 hours to write because I'd have family around to distract the Spider Monkey and the Doodlebug. I remember being pretty sure my in-laws were convinced I was crazy. I mean, who writes a book?
This year I'm in quite a different place as far as my writing goes. I'm thankful for every second. I'm thankful for my friends and family because they believe. I'm thankful for my made-of-awesome agent because she challenges me to be better. And I'm thankful - and hopeful - for whatever else this year brings.
I'm thankful for you, too, dear reader. Because if you're here, it means you're sharing the journey with me.
Happy Thanksgiving. I pray the richest blessings on your lives.
Now laugh a little, 'cause that's what we do here.