Thanks for all the words I'm writing today. Thank you so much for helping me all these years. The more I write, the more I get to know you and the more I want to write. You are with me even when I'm not writing because a writer is always writing, even when the pen and the paper are absent.
Thanks for teaching me the value of persistence and perseverance. I know that everything I write is not great, it just is what it is. That was and still is a hard lesson to learn every time I sit down to write anything.
Thanks for welcoming me back to the page with open arms and greedy eyes and hungry ears. I pour my words into you and you spit them back out at me when they taste bad. I edit. I re-write. I improve. Thanks for your appetite and your palate.
Thank you for showing me our restaurant and all the great dishes we can cook up in our creative kitchen where words swirl mysteriously in pots and pans.
Our words become gourmet meals in our capable hands. Customers come from all over to taste our food-for-thought. We put our words in the oven to bake. The microwave pings after a countdown measured in paragraphs reaches zero. Chapters, stories, poems, ideas, fragments of something, novels, and nonsense all mingle here.
And everywhere we look even more words are being made and reassembled and changed and read by those who read. The Word Devourers are welcome. They never leave as word after word is swallowed and digested and read. They are hungry for more, as am I. I thank you for instilling this appetite for making more words in me.
Yours creatively (as always),