It’s almost thanksgiving! (As in it’s tomorrow.). At least it is in my part of the world.
In honor of this holiday of pies, turkeys, thankfulness, and American history, I decided to write a post about thankfulness because why not. (Basically this way I didn’t have to think up anything clever for a blog post.)
So, here are things I am thankful for about being a writer.
While some monsters (writers) think it’s great to write in coffee shops and other noisy and crowded public places, I like to work in solitude. I like being alone (which is a weird thing to say, so don’t confuse it with that I don’t like people), and writing gives me that opportunity.
Honestly, I don’t know what else I would fill my time with, so there’s that. I guess I would have to take up bird watching or pirating or something.
Like…it’s so fun???(I mean not all the time. Sometimes I just want to bang my head on a brick walk, and sometimes my eyeballs are bleeding.)
Writing is basically spending my time in a very elaborate and complicated make believe game, but like…sitting down, and that makes it less exhausting.
It’s like I never stop having adventures.
And I don’t even have to leave the house. A true Hobbit dream. I can go on all the nastiest, most heartbreaking, ,most exciting adventures, and come back home in time for dinner.
It’s an opportunity to learn about random stuff. (Train hopping? Yes, it’s still a thing. Shooting a barrel of oil? It will catch on fire but not explode.)
It’s an excuse for ANYTHING.
Reading about the mafia? I’m a writer. Locked in my room all day? I’m a writer. Have too many books? I’m a writer. Dropped into a war zone? I’m a writer.
So, go enjoy some stuffing, some turkey, some mashed potatoes, all the pies, and start planning your black Friday shopping and grab all your survival gear so you won’t get run over in Walmart.
If you are anywhere BUT the US…go have some pie anyway.
Header Photo by Artur Rutkowski on Unsplash
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