Thanksgiving is next week, so this week’s posts are on gratitude for the people who help make my writing possible.
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The other day, I was taking a walk with my three-year-old son. We were on the route we take to pick up my husband from the train station at the end of the day. Because this conversation is what he associates with that space, Jacob asked me how my day had gone.
“It went well,” I told him. “How was your day?”
“I didn’t get all my work done,” he said. “I have one more chapter, and then my writing’s done.”
“Really?” I said, a little stunned.
“Yeah,” he answered. “And I had writers’ group last night.”
“Oh?” I replied, trying not to laugh at how seriously he was speaking.
The introvert in me loves how solitary writing can be. But it’s still important for me to have other people hold me accountable in getting my work done. I am encouraged when those who are aware of what I’m trying to accomplish check in, because it is always with a positive spirit. Their concern makes me feel my work is worthwhile—especially when it’s from such a special little guy.