I'm Thankful For . . .

News Flash:

Okay…it’s not big news. But I just wanted to ask you to pop over to Dorchester’s website to see another blog I did for them: http://www.dorchesterpub.com/Dorch/SpecialFeatures.cfm?Special_ID=2379

Also, on Friday, I’m told that Dianna Lovesnell is going to be blogging about me on Fog City Divas blog site. http://www.fogcitydivas.typepad.com/

Hmm… I’m hoping it’s good stuff, but hey… you never know about them writer types.

Crime Scene Christie


Each year at Thanksgiving, my mother would make all of us list what we were thankful for. Something about saying them aloud made us stop and realize our blessings. Now remember, I was the middle child between two brothers, so some of their lists were about the bra size of the new girl in school and about winning the loudest arm-pit noise contest.

Of course, I was the sane one, right? My thankful list were always legit. My list contained things like . . . the well-endowed girl’s good-looking younger brother, that my iguana had learned a new trick (yes, I swear he did tricks) and I always included that I was grateful for my loving and generous parents. (Yeah, I learned about PR, AKA sucking up, at an early age.)

My point is that when we are young, we don’t always have our thankful-thinking caps on straight. To make my point, I just walked into my living room and asked my seventeen-year-old-son what he was thankful for this year. His answer: “For my loving generous mom, of course.” (Okay, so my son takes a bit after me.)

As we grow older, our thankful-thinking caps get straightened a bit. We see things such as good health—our own, like my recent benign biopsy—and the health of those we love, like our parents, to be blessings. We value career successes, good friends, spouses who tolerate being blogged about most weeks, family, a good makeup concealer, slimmed line clothes, an underwire bra that doesn’t torture, and a pair of jeans that really does make your butt look smaller, especially after Thanksgiving.

Last year, about this time, I’d gotten the call from my agent that I’d sold four books in one day. Oh heck yeah, I had a lot to be thankful about. This year, I’m waiting with bated breath for the release of my first Single Title romance, Divorced, Desperate and Delicious, which will be released November 27th. I’m so thankful about that. I’m thankful for the wonderful reviews I’ve gotten so far. And I’m thankful for the co-divas of Killer Fiction. And I’m really thankful that my readers here at Killer Fiction are tolerant of my wacky sense of humor. (And that’s not sucking up.)

So, here’s hoping you all have a great Thanksgiving and my wish for you is that the food is great. But if it isn’t…if the turkey is dry and the dressing is runny, if the dessert ends up to be Rolaid pie, if your uncle wears his naked-lady tie and starts making arm pit noises, I hope you will find something to laugh about, something that will make a great memory for later years, and something for which you can be thankful.

Now, make sure you comment on our blog. You never know when you might win one of our wonderful prizes. And speaking of our contests, my prize--giving time is coming up soon and I’ve got some special treats that I think you’ll all love.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Crime Scene Christie