Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving. Also known as “Turkey Day,” though my own celebrations tend not to feature that particular food. I prefer the more formal name, not just because I’m not much for that native fowl, but because I do have things to be thankful for, and it’s sometimes nice to be reminded of that.

I’m thankful for e-books, that let me indulge my fiction addiction without giving myself hernias. I’m thankful for the publishers that offer me so much variety; for the authors who spin such delightful worlds; for the readers who appreciate my own odd fantasies.

I’m thankful to Gutenberg, Edison, Tesla, and a host of other inventors known and unknown for making this world and this time such a technologically awesome place to be. I’m thankful for friends and family (yes, even the ones I’m avoiding long enough to write this).

I’m thankful to Nature for creating diverse wonders like pecans, cranberries, and Ethiopian Sidamo coffee. And, I guess, even turkey. I’m extremely grateful for the sunshine currently beaming down upon me. For my e-Garret, whence I shall soon return, and for NaNo, that provides me with an excuse to escape the surfeit of congeniality.

Most of all, I’m thankful for a life filled with choices and chances and freedoms. And fantasies that can sometimes become reality. And can sometimes become books that others can read.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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