Ten Writerly Reasons To Be Thankful

 

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  1. Thank you Google, Wikipedia, other parts of the Internet: though you are often a distraction, you are just as often a life-saving research helper.
  2. Thank you to my publisher who believed in my story enough to bring my books to a wider audience. Thank you for sending my book to reviewers, entering my books in contests, and helping me to learn how to be an author.
  3. Thank you booksellers for carrying my book, inviting me for events, and recommending my books to your customers.
  4. Thank you book reviewers – from newspaper columnists, journals, and commenters on Goodreads, Amazon, and book blogs near and far – you are helping others to hear about my book and telling readers who don’t know me about my novels.
  5. Thank you writer organizations, especially my Sisters in Crime, who support, motivate, and mentor women writers.
  6. Thank you librarians. You go above and beyond what is available from the web for research, and I appreciate you for buying my books for the library and having me come speak to patrons.
  7. Thank you writer groups for motivating me to write and for reading and commenting on my work. A special thanks to those writer friends who answer my panicked calls to read something quickly, commiserate with me on the trials of the writer’s life, and celebrate with me when I experience a success.
  8. Thank you friends for reading my books and recommending others do, too.
  9. Thank you to my family who supports this weird thing I do where I hide out for hours, days, years while I attempt to create new worlds and sometimes do nothing at all but dream. Thank you also for buying my books and telling your friends about the author in the family.
  10. And last but not least, thank you so much to my readers – people who buy my books, check them out at libraries, tell your friends about me. You are why I am more than a writer. You make me an author, and for that, I am especially thankful.

Make Pie, Not War

I set out this morning with high hopes of seeing the two-thousand-year-old  terracotta tomb warriors and other artifacts from the Qin Empire (the era of the First Emperor of China) now on exhibit here in Minneapolis.

Except for the cleaning and other Thanksgiving preparations I’d planned, the other part (the relaxation piece) of this time-off hasn’t gone entirely as planned.  Hubby wound up having to return to work early, his time-off eroded by a few sick days. We managed a fine-dining night out (having earlier thought of a weekend getaway), and squeezed in the latest James Bond movie.

All in all, not bad, but I’d hoped for more than a break here and there from the vacuuming and baking. I had one last chance for a bit more culture, so this morning I decided to head out on my own to the exhibit.

As described by the Minneapolis Institute of Arts website, the emperor’s tomb was “discovered in 1974; later, Chinese archaeologists excavated three pits containing more than 7,000 terracotta warriors with horses and chariots, all designed to protect the First Emperor in the afterlife. His tomb was an elaborate subterranean palace, a parallel world that would enable his rule after his death.”

After a smooth, fast drive on the interstate, I arrived near the museum and discovered that gridlock squeezed every side-street to a single lane. Gridlock involving numerous school busses.

I had so looked forward to visiting what is essentially a graveyard for its prospect of peaceful contemplation among the silent, giant warriors. School busses filled with lots of lots and lots of school kids didn’t sound like peaceful contemplation to me. My quest to see the Emperor and his army came to a dead end amid the gridlock surrounding the museum.

So I returned home via the grocery store (needed more cream and eggs – so it is with a week of baking), and spent much of the day making pies, lots of tiny little pumpkin pies. Used my favorite crust recipe (a two-hour process that is not so laborious, but does require two hours – with lots of resting, chilling, freezing, pie weights), and a new custard recipe (no evaporated milk – just cream, eggs, milk, brown sugar, spices – and, of course, pumpkin). The delicious ancient smells of ginger, cloves, nutmeg, cinnamon filled the kitchen with otherworldly incense. It was pokey work making a lot of tiny pies, but I had the extra time, and when they were finished, and I lined them up in little rows, entombing them inside a covered pyrex dish to keep the marauding pets out.

Tomorrow – more baking, more preparation, a bit more cleaning, and then the feasting day arrives.