I’m thankful for Pilot G2 pens and notebooks of all kinds.
I’m thankful for the advent of the word processor that led to my MacBook and Scrivener. I’ve heard enough stories from my mother of what it was like to type papers up when she was in college. I can’t imagine doing a novel that way.
I’m thankful to live in a golden age of YA.
I’m thankful for Mrs. Litton and the 4th grade school assignment that made me realize I wanted to be a writer.
I’m thankful for the crappy old laptop my dad gave me when I was around 8-10 that couldn’t do much more than run Word, and that was the point of it.
I’m thankful for Mrs. Wetherald, the high school teacher that encouraged my writing from the time I had her in freshman English.
I’m thankful for all the teachers that believed in my writing.
I’m thankful for Alpha, which advanced my writing more in two weeks than all of high school managed to do.
I’m thankful for Alphans, because we always support each other even years later.
I’m thankful for Twitter, which lets me talk to some of my favorite writers.
I’m thankful for parents that read to me since birth and never censored me or my reading.
I’m thankful for parents who happily let me major in creative writing even though many would think it useless, because they know it’s what makes me happy.
I’m thankful for all of the amazing people in my life that believe in me.
And I’m thankful for you, readers.