In Which I Smother You All In A Bathtub Brimming With Thanks

It’s Thanksgiving, y’all. Though a good part of me refuses to believe that to be the case and assumes I’m the victim of some grand illusion where it’s really the first week of November. ENJOY THE LARF, JERKS.

Point is: no real post today except to say I am a thankful motherfucker. I’ve got a good life. My family rocks. Our new dog is a delightful dumdum. I’ve got a writing career for the foreseeable future. I’ve got you people — the ones who come here and the ones who read my books (and the crossover in that wonderful Venn diagram). Frankly, this life I have doesn’t properly exist without you.

Yes, you.

No, not you. You stay over there in your corner. Put a shirt on. And stop molesting that pumpkin pie.

So: to all my readers: a heaping helping of gratitude ladled upon your head like so much gravy.

And to all the writers I know: you kick ass. You inspire. Keep on keepin’ on.

High-five, all.

Now I’m gonna go do some calisthenics do get myself in prime-time turkey-gobbling shape.


  • How did you know I didn’t have a shirt on? You have the sight! (Although I deny everything to do with the pumpkin pie…)

    Happiest of thanks-days to you and all the family

  • What’s that old adage? Gratitude makes whatever you have more than enough. I owe you a big old thank you for all your writerly guidance. You’ve helped me so much this year. Enjoy a day of too much food, family, and football. I hope the little one gets his very own pie to destroy, and I hope you photograph it.

  • I’m thankful for YOU, Chuck! I don’t often comment, but I read your blog faithfully. Your posts on writing inspire me more than any other blog I follow, so I must be one twisted mother.

    Thanks for all you do for the writing community, and please don’t ever stop.

  • Thanks for setting a good example (bet your Sunday school teacher would be surprised) as a writer.

    And thanks also for the encouragement and the occasional beat-downs.

  • No, good sir! Thank YOU for the arse kicking, unicorn repelling, eye punching writing advice.

    In reverence, I’m building a meat sculpture to your likeness. What meat? I haven’t decided yet. Any preference?

  • Really, if it’s anyone who should be receiving a bucket load of thanks it’s you. Your blog has inspired me to go back to my storylines and finish my shit. Your blog has taught me how to mold a better story in my somewhat capable, but trembling hands. The fact that you give out 90% of the writing advice found in your books on this blog says a lot.

    I bid you good holidays, Chuck of the house of Wendig. Without you, I would be three steps behind in my work, no doubt.

  • Thanks for all that you do, Chuck. I’m about to get my second story published in a real place with actual readers (as opposed to my blog, which is … a readerless blog). That’s in part because of the inspiration I get from this place. I don’t know that I would have gotten off my ass without it.

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