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The past few weeks since the conference have been insane, so I apologize for the lack of recap posts. But it’s been a good insanity–I’ve been preparing THE HIEROPHANT for submission to the agents who requested it at Backspace. I’m halfway through my final read-through, and then I will send it out tonight before dinner.

Before I do that though (and before I vanish from the internet for the holiday here in the US), I thought it would be nice to pause and take stock. So here’s a little gratitude post to pave the way for the Thanksgiving weekend.

What am I grateful for? I can’t list it all–there is way too much. For the purpose of this blog I feel it’s probably okay to limit it to things creativity-related. So without further ado, and in no particular order, here is a list:

-Stories. Books, movies, plays, musicals, ballads, songs, poems, pictures, moments, snatches of phrases, misheard lyrics, out of context observations… stories are everywhere, in everything, if you know how to look for them. And stories are the things that fuel me as a human being, as a spiritual being, and of course, as a writer. I once told my best friend “in our veins there’s one part ink, one part blood, and one part magic.” And that is the honest truth.

-Technology. Seriously. Laptops, word processing software, Scrivener, email and Google docs, Kindle… all of these things make the life of a writer SO MUCH EASIER than it could be. Not to mention the all-mighty power of THE INTERNET, connecting us to so many other brilliant and creative minds–such a wealth of information and content and wisdom making our lives that much richer.

-My husband. Endless, endless, endless faith and support, from doing my chores for me when “I MUST WRITE NOW,” to making me laugh when I’m in a pit of despair, to periodically texting me when I’m out on a writing date just to tell me he believes in me. What can I say? He’s my inspiration. I love him (for more than just that, but we’re keeping it creativity-related! ;D).

-My best (girl)friend. Yes, my husband is an endless pillar of strength for me as I face the terrifying lows and dizzying heights of the creative life. But my best friend and fellow Inkmaiden, Sarah Diemer, is my soul sister. She dares me to be more than all that I can be. She inspires me with her courage, her audacity, and by gods her WRITING. Together, we have traversed the wastelands of writers block. We have challenged each other to finish that novel, and then start another. We know each other’s patterns in our writerly love affairs. We know that at the heart of what we do is our pure, unfettered love for the magic that comes with storytelling, with creating. We will never, ever, ever let each other give up on that love.

-My Family. When I was six years old and I told my mother that I wanted to be a writer when I grew up, she told me I had better learn how to spell first. And when I was ten and I told her again, she said I had better write a novel first. When I was eleven and told her I had written a novel, she said I had better type it up, and lent me the use of her word processor. When I was thirteen and I told my parents I needed my own computer so that I could write my novels in my room, they helped me save my pennies and buy one, used, from a neighbor. When I announced my decision to self publish The Poppet and the Lune, my family did not tell me I was throwing away my career or giving up or that maybe it wasn’t getting picked up for a reason. They said “Good. I don’t think you should wait around for other people to give you permission. The world needs that book.” (And then my lawyer bother and entrepreneurial parents helped me organize the business end, and my other brother helped me make this website.) They have never tried to fool me into thinking I was a better writer than I am–they have not coddled me, or told me that this career would be easy. But more importantly, they never told me to reconsider. They have all, always, believed. And that is beyond priceless.

-People. My continuous source of inspiration. All of our oddities, our beauty, our ugliness, our fear, our hope. The way we interact with each other and our environment. The ways we change, and the ways we stay the same. Humanity, and a desire to capture it in a meaningful way, is at the heart of every story we tell. I am grateful for all of you out there continuing to live your own stories, inspiring me, and other writers, just by being who you are.

…So that is my list at the moment. I could go on an on, but, you know, I’m also grateful to have this day job, so I should probably get back to work.

What are some things you’re grateful for this Thanksgiving?

 

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