The Thankful Post. Resurrected Pst.
Thanksgiving has come and gone once again. I���m watching a cold, gray Oregon afternoon out the window as I type. The rain provides a persistent, percussive white noise, punctuated by occasional squalls and wind gusts. It���s a bit dismal is what I���m saying. I���m trying to reflect and be thankful here, but Mother Nature has to get a knee in and grind.
Of course I am thankful. MBW and the HA are healthy. The HA celebrated her fourth birthday on Thanksgiving. I mean, there���s a cosmic tell right there. ���Be thankful, Ken.��� MBW continues to expand her business empire. I���m gainfully employed. Even got a raise a few days ago.
Still, you can���t have the good without the bad. Some virus suckerpunched me Thursday morning. How was your Thanksgiving dinner? I had all of one morsel of turkey. That was about all I could stomach after a morning spent loudly singing the toilet���s praises. Thursday night was miserable. Friday wasn���t much better, though the morning offered me a false sense of improvement. I���m much improved now, but if I���m honest, I haven���t quite shaken this thing. I���d been looking forward to this long weekend, hoping to get a couple of lengthy writing sessions in. Nope.
Yet, I���m thankful. I have three novels out, and one under contract. (Now, I could wish the third one was selling better. I���ll see if I can get a price drop on the digital edition from the publisher. Would that help any of you fence sitters? I���m here to help.) The next novel is coming along, up to chapter seven, I believe. Of course I���d prefer to be up to chapter nine, but it���s hard to write with a witches��� cauldron substituting for your digestive system and a throbbing headache preventing concentration.
Wow, this is just turning into a bitch-fest. I���m supposed to be expressing gratitude here. No one likes a whiner. So, in an effort at salvaging whatever goodwill I have left, let me say that despite the above sour grapes and petulant grousing, I am thankful. Specifically I am thankful for you readers, without whom I might as well be talking to myself. And we all know that Ken guy is an ingrate.
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Published on November 26, 2017 13:57
