Belated Thursday Thankfulness

One of the traditions I began ages ago was a weekly thankfulness post. Even if it became a bit repetitive over time, it helped to center me each week. The trick is to keep a thankfulness post from becoming a boast.

I’m thankful I earned this prize and got these accolades and my kids accomplished this and my spouse’s salary doubled and…

There’s nothing wrong with being proud of accomplishments and grateful for good fortune, but what happens when the accomplishments and good fortune run out?

What about when you’re unjustly forced out of your job due to workplace intimidation, unethical practices, sexual harassment, and your boss using both sexism and personal reasons to create an environment impossible for you to function?

Should you stop being thankful?

Thankful for the boss, no. But still thankful.


Because when we stop being thankful, we forget how to live.

Through it all, I’ve been thankful for my puppy. Thankful for the little booger who whines, misbehaves, and drives me crazy. Thankful for the ridiculous energy and endless kisses and licks.

But what about when the puppy grows up and dies? What if she’s run over by a car, or–as really happened–is nearly killed at a young age?

My challenge has been to find thankfulness in all situations.


Because, for me, there is no alternative except to give up on life.

Deepak Chopra said:

Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you’re in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you.

I was happy because I found the love of my life.

I was happy for a brand-new, ready-made family.

I was happy because I had a new job and a new living situation that seemed everything I’d ever wanted.

I was happy because I had a new puppy who calmed me with her love, kisses, and trust.

When it was all taken away in an instant, I lost my ability to live.

I wandered through minutes, hours, weeks, and months simply going from one motion to the next. I didn’t care what happened to me, and I didn’t care if I died or lived. I only wanted the misery to stop, and my only hope was for my puppy to live.

Now that she is back in my arms, I’m starting to find reasons and ways to rebuild my life.

What will come next?

I don’t know, but I’m sure writing will be part of it. So will my puppy.

Other than that, I’m waiting.

Celebrating the tiny victories.

Working toward my puppy’s next exam.

And finding reasons, even trivial ones (especially trivial ones), to be thankful.

To be happy.

  • My bedding is clean
  • Ladybug has nuzzled her nose in between her teddy and my thigh
  • The daylight hours are getting longer
  • It’s warm enough to turn off the heat
  • A dear friend called yesterday

What are yours?

Indigo’s Thankfulness Thursday


Kickass Girls

Hi, everyone! I’m Indi. Ana asked me to visit for Thankfulness Thursday. She warned me not to say too much about my life because not everyone has finished reading my story yet (what are you waiting for?), but I’m supposed to list my thankfulness items. That’s easy! I have so much to be thankful for that I can’t list all of them.

  • I am thankful for kimchi! Really! I never could have guessed that cabbage is sexy, but Hyunkyung proved me wrong. She makes everything sexy.
  • I am thankful for pretty dresses, especially the ones Hyunkyung chooses herself. She always wears her suits or maybe dress pants, but she likes me to wear a new dress almost every day. I could get used to this.
  • I am thankful to have my bathroom sparkling clean every single day!
  • I am thankful for Great-Aunt Matilda who insisted I get out of Iowa and see the world. I don’t know what else I would have done.
  • I am thankful, almost, that Greg cheated on me. It was devastating and I thought my world would end, but I wouldn’t have left the relationship otherwise. I’m glad that I got out before it was too late.
  • I am thankful for Hyunkyung and her romantic ways.

What are you thankful for today?

Thankfulness Thursday: Friend Harriet

Today, I’d like to do something a bit different for Thankfulness Thursday.

Instead of the usual list of thankfulness items, I’d like to tell you about one of my favorite quilting grannies.

Yes, (almost) all are my favorite in a different way, but this one is special. Even more than the rest. I’ll call her Harriet.

If you asked when I first met Harriet, I’d stare into space. Think back. Try to remember. And finally shrug helplessly, saying, “Haven’t I always known her?”

With most of the rest of the quilting grannies, I remember our first meeting. I remember being introduced. With Harriet, I honestly feel as if she has been part of my life since the beginning.

Harriet’s not the kind who will take center stage, show off, or entertain everyone with raucous jokes. I’ve only seen her command everyone’s attention once, when she and her husband took in a stray dog after years of not having a pet. They were reluctant, but their friends and family decided they should do it. Within a few weeks, Harriet showed everyone a photo of her new pride and joy. Now, to hear her talk, it’s as if the little dog flew straight from heaven and graced Harriet’s home with its divine presence.

Not that Harriet talks about the dog all the time. Oh, no! She’s the kind who will say, “Mm-hm” to whatever anyone is saying, nodding and agreeing. She calls to make sure we have the right number of players for our card game, and yet she insists on giving up her seat if someone comes unexpectedly (and wouldn’t be able to play). She’s the first to get out the coffee, or least she was.

We haven’t seen Harriet in weeks.

Not since her cancer came back.

This is Harriet in a nutshell:

She called me a few weeks ago, the day before our game. “Can you join us tomorrow for hand and foot?”

“Of course!” I said, thrilled to hear from her. She’d been sick off and on for a good long while, and then when we found out her diagnosis she hadn’t been able to make it to any events. “Will you be able to come?” She’d had her biopsy, and the news was not good. The cancer had spread.

“I hope I can,” she said, tut-tutting in a thoughtful way. “I’m a little under the weather, but I hope so.”

Under the weather. Recurrent metastasized cancer is “under the weather?”

“If you can’t come,” I said, taking a risk, “could I visit you sometime?”

“I’d love that. I’m getting so tired of not being able to go out, and I’d just love to see you.”

“I hope I can see you tomorrow,” I said, wondering if it would be possible again.

“I hope we can see each other, too.”

She hung up, and that’s the last I’ve heard from her directly. Today at church, her name came up. Apparently, she’d called someone else going through cancer treatment and was sounding down.

Before my quilting granny friend died last fall, I asked myself why I hadn’t gone over to visit her. I’d wanted to, very much, but I was afraid to impose. She was the kind of person who would never want to be a bother, and yet I would be afraid to bother her.

One of the quilting grannies and her daughter has gone to visit Harriet, but she was too exhausted for company. She did her very best, but she fell asleep twice (they didn’t stay long, either).

So I’m making a lasagna, I think, and bringing it to her. Food cures all ills, right? And her husband likes lasagna. Everyone likes lasagna. Harriet’s been losing weight (that she can’t afford to lose), and a good hearty dish will help if she can keep it down. I was going to make good old chicken noodle soup, but lasagna will freeze better. I can even give it to her in freezable individual serving containers. ๐Ÿ˜€

Today, I am thankful for Harriet. Thankful for a woman who makes me believe the world is a good and beautiful place, filled with good and beautiful people.

I wanted to be like Sara when I grew up, the quilting granny who died last fall. I want to be like Harriet, too. Last December when things were the most difficult they’ve been for a long time (and no one saw me at church for weeks on end), she gave me a call. I wasn’t up to answering my phone, so she left a voice mail message.

Hi, Ana. This is Friend Harriet. We haven’t seen you around much, and I just wanted to give you a call. Love you, honey. Bye-bye.

I want to be a Friend Harriet when I grow up.

And today, I’m so glad I’ve gotten to have her.

Who is your Friend Harriet? Or who do you know who needs you to be a Friend Harriet?

Thankfulness Friday

I missed Thankfulness Thursday because of a few fun things–a house guest and a road trip. Yay! I drove 8.5 hours in the past two days. My little car isn’t used to this!

I am frantically trying to finish my three writing projects by April 1st. I also wanted to squeeze in Taliaschild, the sequel to Taliasman, in time for Sci Spanks this June. Phew. I guess no more arts and crafts for me. ๐Ÿ™‚

Thank you to everyone who has sent photos and notes about your party favor bags! I’m not sure why the post is slow, but so far everyone’s bag has taken at least a day longer to arrive than I expected. I hope the last bags (except overseas and standard post) will arrive today. It’s hard to wait!

My own gifts are still under the birthday tree. ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m opening one at a time and saving them for a special occasion. So far I’ve opened painted wooden spoons, a handmade bracelet, and a lovely card.

I’m thankful having a house guest meant my home got a good cleaning. Not top to bottom (there wasn’t time), but things look much better now. My downfall is cardboard boxes. I always think I will need them later, so I keep them. I had about ten boxes for the goody bag supplies alone, so you can see why this is an issue!

I’m thankful for all of the wonderful book reviews for Mistress on Her Knees and Ana Adored. Truly, I am lucky to have readers like you.

I’m thankful for a morning in nature with my guest yesterday. I rarely take the time to enjoy my surroundings, especially lately when I have been stressed and under deadlines. I’m debating going back today versus going to the diner to write. I must finish the first of my three projects by today. Must.

This is the second story I’ve written about an author as the protagonist, although Gia (the author) is a shy, soft-spoken erotic author rather than a brash mainstream author (Spring from Editorial Board). I’ve always wanted to write a light beach read. Angst and passion are well and good, but I want a break from the drama.

I’m finding, to my surprise, that comedy is just as hard to write as drama. *phew* It takes hard work to keep the tone light, witty, and playful. I don’t remember humor being this difficult! But I refuse to cry through the writing of “Faux Pas,” so I’ll have to remember how I used to write light.

I’m thankful I have writing projects. It’s an honor to be invited to write for all three, and despite my worries I am thrilled to be included.

Yay for writing! Yay for refreshing moments in nature.

What are you thankful for today?


Email hacked & Thankfulness Thursday

Quick note–

If you received a bad email from me, I’m terribly sorry. Yahoo sent a notice that accounts were compromised. I don’t know the extent, but I did find over 100 “message delivery failure notice” emails in my inbox. I hope that means the spam didn’t go through.

SO much to tell you, but I’m in a rush. A friend from junior high/high school is in town, and I’m going to meet her. I’m excited! It’s been a long time since we saw each other. It’s 2.5 hours away, so it makes for a long day in addition to helping my friend with her granddaughter this evening and starting the Love Spanks party later tonight.

Granddaughter is being a pill! I made homemade meatballs for dinner last night because she loves them. Would she eat them? Nope. Was I sympathetic? Nope. (Picture 4-year-old throwing a screaming, flailing, sobbing tantrum once I arrived because Grandma had a physical therapy appointment and I took granddaughter grocery shopping. Picture 4-year-old screaming in the car, not because anything was wrong, and falling asleep…and then pretending to be asleep the entire time we were grocery shopping. Then picture 4-year-old unable to let one minute go by without letting the grown-ups talk. She’s usually a darling, but in the past month she’s become a total pain.) Grandma let her stay home from preschool and have a snack in the afternoon, and 4-year-old is always a light eater. But Grandma and Mom fussed at her to eat, which equaled attention. So we prolonged the fun for a good half hour.

Afterward, my friend said to me (SHE loved the meatballs, at least…lol!) that she was so glad I put my foot down because no one else did. I said I didn’t want to overstep my role (I’m just the family friend, after all), and she said she only does what she can do to get by…that she doesn’t have it in her physically or emotionally to be firm the way she needs to.

That made me so sad. She’s raised one set of children already, and now she’s trying to raise the next generation. Grandmothers are supposed to get to spoil and indulge, not lay down the law. But then I think of my friends who were raised by their grandmothers, and they weren’t pampered.

Their grandmothers weren’t terminally ill, either.

I got choked up at the dinner table as we were talking,ย  when she said, “I should have made her go to school, but I like having her around.” I didn’t say it, but I thought…how long will you be well enough to have her around you? Go ahead and spoil her. We’ll discipline her instead.

Instead, I said, “I’m pretty strict, and I don’t mind setting limits…but I don’t want to interfere with your being a Grandma.”

She said, “We’ll work it out. As long as we keep communicating.”

My heart still thumps whenever I wonder how long she has and how long she’ll be able to do the things she wants to do, but I’m so thankful for her place in my life. She is so generous with her heart, so transparent and loving. I grew up in a strict , conservative family (which will surprise no one…hehe), and while I see the problems with indulging a child (4-year-old really, truly has been awful lately)…there are worse things than being adored. I’ve seen neglected and abused children, and I’ve seen children who weren’t wanted by anybody.

We all have our own craziness, and we’re just trying to get by. And yet, in those moments, we still find love and meaning.

Today, I’m thankful for children who are loved and wanted.

I’m thankful to all you wonderful, sweet, fabulous people who pre-ordered Mistress on Her Knees. It’s my first time self-publishing, and I am nervous! I hope it goes well. Thank you for the wonderful virtual hug yesterday of your pre-orders.

I’m thankful for lovely readers who share with me what my books meant to you. It’s a lot of work to put together a book, and the financial rewards are not always outstanding (to put it mildly). Thank you for the sweet messages of encouragement.

I’m thankful for many things, but I have to get going or I will no longer be able to be thankful for getting to see my friend. โค Hugs and have a wonderful day! What are you thankful for?

Thankfulness Thursday

It’s been a long month of hectic weeks, but today I need to remind myself of thankfulness items. Won’t you join me?

Today, I am thankful for:

  • Temporary (or maybe, just maybe, more than temporary) mitigation of tooth/jaw/ear pain. It’s taken me out of commission more days than not over the past three weeks, and it’s been difficult to write. Or work. Or go about my daily schedule. I don’t know what will happen now (and I do still have dull pain), but the blinding, stabbing pain that makes me sick to my stomach has eased.
  • A weekend without internet and its various demands. I’m going away for a conference that may have wi-fi, but I will not use it. I need to unplug and relax, although I will be kept busy with various meetings, training sessions, and events.
  • Something Good! Although the project has contributed more than its fair share of headaches in the past few weeks, the Kindles and first order of cases are on their way. I can’t wait to start loading them with the precious books I’ve received from authors and publishers.
  • Spinach sauteed in butter and garlic, then sprinkled with a bit of salt. Why have I never sauteed spinach before? I’ve always parboiled and drained it, losing most of its nutrients.
  • Taliasman’s continued success (knock on wood). Still holding at #4, sometimes down to #5, but far exceeding my hopes. A life of a professional writer consists of mind-numbingly long hours with infinitesimal financial and career rewards, so the successes become all the sweeter.
  • A wonderful package from a sweet friend in England, arriving just in time to cheer me up after a horrible day. Chocolate, treats, and all kinds of goodies. Aw. โค Thank you, dear friend. You shouldn’t have, but I love you for it. Your love was balm to a stressed and weary heart.
  • Resolution of the red tape fiasco with ordering Kindles and cases for Something Good. That was a nightmare! Every single thing that could go wrong did, and it took hours every day for over a week to get it sorted out. Now, (fingers crossed) we are set.
  • Your wonderful, sweet comments yesterday and every day. I’m sorry I don’t get to reply to comments as often as I would like. Today, I debated whether to reply to comments or write this post. I decided to write and hoped you’d understand.
  • LOL Day. Love you all.
  • A wonderful new WIP that is taking me into unexpected directions. My words nourish me, even as they bring tears that hurt in the best way.
  • Getting to write. The day before yesterday, in the midst of the worst headache so far and yet another setback with the Amazon order, I felt as if I couldn’t take one more second of frustration. I poured that frustration into writing, and 404 words appeared to vindicate my efforts. I wrote yesterday:
    I wrote 404 words (404 error: sorry, the page you are looking for cannot be found) yesterday. Normally I’d be upset at not getting more written, but instead I was relieved to finally write after weeks of distractions and stress. Bureaucracies are being stupid and Murphy’s sabotaging every effort to create โ€ช#โ€ŽSomethingGoodโ€ฌ. Everything I need and want to do hasn’t made it on the daily agenda because I’m too busy trying to fix other people’s mistakes.

    If you need anything from me, you’ll have to wait until I get some more writing done. An Ana who isn’t writing is a miserable Ana. Yesterday, for the first time in ages, I felt like myself.

    I am Ana; therefore, I write. Hear me roar.


    Getting to know a new protagonist is like courting a future spouse.

    Tell me your secrets!

    Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound stalkerish. Come back. Tell me your favorite flavor of coffee instead?

    Tell me your dreams!

    Oopsie. Don’t skitter away. I’ll go more slowly. What kind of clothes do you like to wear?

    Waiting, impatiently, to discover the heart and soul of a character who will occupy my every waking moment until the WIP is complete.

  • Fresh, clean laundry.
  • Hot brownies from the oven.
  • That my decrepit old phone has revived with a replacement battery. It’s a terrible phone and the battery cost more than the phone is worth, but it’s something. ๐Ÿ™‚
  • A sweet friend who looks up camera recommendations for me. I’m not sure if I’ll really get one (tooth/jaw/headache issues might become expensive), but it’s lovely to daydream. Plus, I need to take pictures of all these gorgeous new Kindles…right? ๐Ÿ˜€
  • Friends who talk me down from stressful days.
  • Finding out that I can ease some pain by massaging behind my ears. I never would have thought that would help. ๐Ÿ™‚
  • New books to read! I hope I’ll get time to read this weekend. For sure, I’ll read before bed. Such a pleasure.
  • Fun writing a flash fiction for Thursday Threads. You can see my entry here.
  • The ability to choose the clothes I wear, the books I read, the food I eat, the places I go, and the job I want. Not everyone has such blessings, and I am truly lucky.

Thank you, dear friends, for listening to me. What is your thankfulness item for today?

Never enough: the human flaw of greed and the importance of thankfulness

Call this a Tuesdays with Ana post on Thursday, if you will. Or my need to write.

I was able to visit “Sara” yesterday and today. Her family was more than gracious in allowing me time at her bedside, even letting me speak with her alone. I was touched, embarrassed, and apologetic. Who was I, a random stranger, to intrude on their private vigil of grief? To make it worse, I could not stop crying no matter how hard I bit on my tongue and the inside of my cheek. How ridiculous is that…stoically mourning the imminent loss of your mother while someone you don’t even know sheds tears?

I am grateful and honored to have been entrusted with the time holding Sara’s hand.

And yet.

I am upset I could not have more.

I thought (her daughter offered, asked) I would hold vigil for two and a half hours today while the family took care of obligations and had a gap in their coverage. I was not entitled to it, but I was offered that chance. Then their plans changed, and instead of a vigil I was given twenty minutes (a generous gift, let me make clear)…except the nurses came in and needed me to leave so they could shift her position. I didn’t even get to sit down again at her bedside before my time was up. The nurse took Sara’s hand and placed it in mine (when I rested my hand on top of her bedsheet, hesitant to cause her discomfort and make her cold by moving the sheet). “It’s okay,” she said as she lifted Sara’s arm and moved it next to mine.

“I don’t want to hurt her, or for her to be cold,” I said, stroking the soft skin and tracing the rounded edge of her thumbnail.

“Don’t worry,” the nurse said. “She’s not at all cold.”

“There’s no change,” her daughter had told me before taking my food package and going to the kitchen area to eat the meal I’d brought. “But she can hear.”

I’d spent my scant ten minutes holding a conversation inside my head because I’d said so much yesterday, enough to embarrass me. After the nurse let me back in, I sat down on the chair and held her hand that the nurse gave me.

And then it was over.

Before I got a chance, my time was up and family needed their time with their mother, grandmother, aunt, and mother-in-law.

If her daughter yesterday had accepted the gifts and politely allowed me a quick hand-holding before asking me to leave, I would have gone away glad for a precious moment. Because she gave me more (nearly an hour), I wanted more. And because she offered more today, I’d allowed myself to hope (how can I say “allowed” when hearts never ask permission?) for the two and a half hours…a third visit…

Funny thing, human nature. The more we get, the more we demand. Instead of appreciating the time I’d gotten with Sara today (and the honor of her daughter accepting the meal, eating some, and praising it), I was mad. Upset. Storming (inside) that it wasn’t fair, I didn’t get the two and a half hours, I didn’t even get the half hour, why couldn’t the nurse have waited until I’d had my turn…

And then I walked out to my car, sobbing because it was over. I’d realized yesterday that Sara (the real Sara, the one who teased me last week and waved from the entryway) was already gone. I knew I’d never get that Sara back, but I thought I’d have just a little longer to hold her hand. I barely said a word today, but we talked inside my head. I watched her struggle for breath, and I closed my eyes to feel her presence with me. I wondered how crazy she thought I was to sit and stare at her, and I apologized whenever I needed another tissue. I told her thank you, in so many ways and for so many reasons. Her daughter had told me Sara could still hear, but it felt as if she heard my heart more clearly than my vocal chords. Or at least it felt like I could say things to her more clearly without the unreliable mechanics of producing sound. Her body worked so hard to take in each breath. I’ve been told it’s impossible, but it felt like pain. Pain each time for each effort.

Her daughter had been amazingly kind and generous to me, but it was time. I hadn’t (I think) overstayed my welcome, but I couldn’t presume to anything more.

“I’ll see you soon,” Sara’s daughter said to me as I left, and I recognized the signal from childhood training in social cues. “I won’t see you again except perhaps at the funeral, but in order not to seem rude I will offer the empty promise as a way to let you down easily and offer what I can…as long as you don’t try to take me up on it.”

The generosity is real. But so is the limit.

I sobbed, angry at the unfairness. Knowing I was expecting something that could never happen.

Had things been different for my second grandmother, I would have been the granddaughter when she died. Or at least one of the many granddaughters, but a granddaughter who had a special connection with her whether anyone recognized it or not.

I thanked Sara for letting me feel as if I had a grandmother again, but she wasn’t mine. Her family let me borrow her for a little while, and it was time to return her.

I drove away, not even wanting to take up a parking space in a lot for family coming to see family, and I wished I could have mourned at the bedside of my grandmother in the nursing home.

Then I went to church and polished the brass chalices and paten as if my life depended on it.

Now the problem is that there’s no more brass to polish.

Thursday Thankfulness, returning home edition

After staying awake 40+ hours in a row (not intentionally, but because life marched on and the phone kept ringing when I tried to sleep), I’m giving thankfulness a bleary-eyed try this week. I’m thankful for:

  • A clean, comfortable bed
  • The safety to close my eyes without worrying whether someone will attack me
  • Sunshine with its life-sustaining powers
  • Caffeine to get me through the long stretches
  • My Bluetooth
  • Editors who teach, cheerlead, and (if necessary) scold (gently)
  • A kick-you-know-what team shaping up for Spank or Treat 2014. This will be the 3rd Annual Spank or Treat, the event that started the entire spanking fiction fun. The theme this year will be witches/warlocks. Are you excited? ๐Ÿ˜€
  • Track changes so I don’t have to print out every single draft of my manuscripts. I am sure the trees are thankful, too.
  • A fun and invigorating handbell rehearsal
  • Learning a new Mother Goose nursery rhyme, Polly Flinders. How many of you know this one? Google it (not the clothes brand), and you might see why I like it. ๐Ÿ˜€
  • (Knock on wood) Editing for Taliasman is going well! I love learning how to hone my writing with each editing pass.
  • Ana Adored is coming along well, too! I am proud of both of these stories, in different ways. Ana Adored tackles a difficult subject (same-sex domestic violence) that I initially discussed in my Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia post. Taliasman addresses the issue of gender-shaming, and I am proud of its message of love and acceptance. I hope readers will walk away from these stories feeling happier, more secure, and better able to have faith in humanity.
  • Thankful for editors and co-authors who don’t kill me. You know who you are. ๐Ÿ˜€
  • The fun of choosing, writing, mailing, and hearing that travel postcards were received. For 25 cents (postcard) plus tax and 34 cents postage, I get to send a smile. Too bad international postcards cost as much as international letters, though.

Today, for Thankfulness, I’d like to issue a challenge/invitation. Won’t you consider mailing a postcard, greeting card, or snail mail letter? It gave me such joy to hear the postcards were received, and it cheered me up. I bet it will do the same for you. Who’d like to make the commitment to send one postcard, greeting card, or snail mail letter this week? No e-cards. ๐Ÿ˜€ Real, old-fashioned correspondence.

Thursday Thankfulness, traveling edition

Thank you for all of your wonderful support this week! It means more than I can say. โค

Before I take off for a third day of “nourishing my soul,” as I call it, here’s a quick thankfulness list.

I’m thankful for:

  • Sunny (if hot) weather, clear skies, and no-rain forecasts through tomorrow
  • An evening of making blueberry waffles and chatting for hours after dinner
  • Wandering into a historic church just in time to participate in its weekly service (unique and touching)
  • I haven’t gotten lost (yet)!
  • Being able to take this trip ๐Ÿ™‚
  • A phone able to take photos (since my camera died the second I left home)
  • Good company
  • Good wine
  • Good chocolate
  • Free wi-fi!
  • Being able to turn off wi-fi and explore the world around me
  • A plethora of things to do, places to see, people to meet, and experiences to have

And of course,

  • The many touching messages from everyone this week. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Won’t you please join me? I’d love to hear your thankfulness items today. ๐Ÿ™‚

Thursday Thankfulness, quilting edition!

(I will refrain from making a snarky comment about the changes to WordPress’ interface. It’s Thankfulness Thursday, after all. Hehe.)

This will be another quick version of Thursday Thankfulness as I am rushing to a morning with quilting grannies. I haven’t been able to attend for a while due to all of the craziness of events and projects, but today is a special day. ๐Ÿ˜€ Isn’t today always a special day?

Thursday Thankfulness, let’s hear it! I’m thankful for:

  • Robin Williams’ genius, laughter, and the warmth he conveyed to everyone who saw him perform. Watch this amazing duet with Wayne Brady on Whose Line is it Anyway?
  • A WIP that’s rocketing along at unbelievable speed. It might be finished *ahead* of schedule. Holy cow!
  • That the main character, Ana, from Ana Adored, is no relation to yours truly. Completely different person.
  • All of the amazing talks, brainstorming, strategizing, and collaboration of my first attempt at co-authoring.
  • Maren Smith! She knows why. ๐Ÿ˜€
  • Sleep! I need to get some more often. (Wait, that’s not how it was supposed to come out…)
  • This brilliant Frozen parody of the Fifty Shades trailer. It’s almost enough to make me like Anna! (We all know Elsa’s the best…) Thanks for showing it to me, Louisa Bacio!
  • Wooden spoon photos sent to me this week. Can never have too many wooden spoons. ๐Ÿ˜€
  • All of the wonderful friends who helped me with questions about horse riding. Thank you!
  • Finally signed and sealed the contract for Taliasman to join Decadent Publishing’s Beyond Fairy Tales series! Still hoping for publication in early fall.
  • Thankful for resolving printer issues so I could sign and seal the contract. My printer tried to claim (for two weeks) it couldn’t recognize the printer cartridges. After kicking, screaming, and calling the printer mafia, I tried the high-tech solution of taking each printer cartridge out, shaking it, and putting it back in. Worked like a charm. Well, then.
  • I’ll just go ahead and say this. Next Tuesday will be a hard day for me. It’s an anniversary of what should be a celebration but has always brought up mixed emotions. So I am thankful, ahead of time, for the support and understanding of friends and loved ones.
  • Thankful for the unexpected chance to see one of my favorite quilting grannies yesterday. She had a health scare and stayed home for a few weeks, and I’ve missed her. We all have. It brings tears to my eyes whenever I think of her because she came into my life when I needed someone like her. We all need someone to beam at us and think we’re special, and she does that every time. She doesn’t often let me do things for her, but it always makes me happy when I can. The worst part of making friends with people a great deal older than I am is wondering how much time they have left, but isn’t that true for any relationship? Thankful for every day, every smile, and every expression of love.
  • Sweet, understanding visitors who continue to visit and leave comments even when Bad Ana hasn’t gotten a chance to reply yet. I ADORE reading your comments and thank you so much! Please don’t stop.

I’d say more, but I’m late. As usual! Hugs to everyone, and tell us your thankfulness in the comments.