by Rob Lopresti
I’m thankful that some editors like my stuff.
I’m thankful for word processing software that means I don’t have to rewrite a page by hand every time I find a typo.
I’m thankful for the First Amendment.
I’m thankful that Edgar Allen Poe didn’t drink or drug himself to death before inventing our field.
I’m thankful I don’t write for a living.
I’m thankful for red herrings, dying messages, twist endings, dogs in the night, McGuffins, poisons that leave no trace, and the footprints of a gigantic hount.
I’m thankful that no law requires me to watch football, listen to classical music, or dance.
I’m thankful for my family and friends.
I’m thankful that I don’t like mushrooms, because if I did I’d eat them, and I hate mushrooms.
I’m thankful that. the Internet hasn’t become so complete, reliable and easy to use that librarians are being fired.
I’m thankful for flatfeet, gumshoes, talented amateurs, women in jeopardy, Watsons, eccentric geniuses, and sociopathic sidekicks.
I’m thankful for independent bookstores, and people who shop there.
I’m thankful for Donald, John M., Stuart, and Dick; absent friends.
I’m thankful that James came up with the idea of this blog, that my brother and sister bloggers continue to make it work, and that you readers make it all worthwhile.
What’s on your list?