So Happy Thanksgiving, my pumpkins! And yes, though I realize "pumpkins" might be a greeting more seasonally appropriate to say, October, what with Halloween and all, I just couldn't bring myself to say "Happy holiday, my turkeys!" or "Happy holidays, my pilgrims!" So "Pumpkins" it is. Plus, there's the whole pie thing, right?? I actually love pumpkin pie, provided it's more spicy than it is sweet. Well, if I'm being honest, I probably love nearly any kind of pie (excluding the cow variety). Key Lime, Pecan. Boysenberry, Coconut Custard, Strawberry Rhubarb, Apple, Peach—
Ahem. I better stop before that pie list evolves into a full-blown, day-wasting pie reverie. I think I might be ready for the feast, however.
And I know you lovely Canadian girls already had your feast, but please feel free to take this opportunity to eat until you might just burst if poked in the tummy in honor of us Yanks. :) Or at least toast us with sparkling cider, or with something so alcoholic holding it near an open flame would be perilous.
I've posted another excerpt from POP on my site, and smooching is involved. It's below the one I posted earlier. My little Thanksgiving present to you. :)
Hope you're all doing splendidly! I'm writing my brains out and purging and rearranging my flat so I don't have to do a sort of slalom around mounds of books and manuscripts in my office anymore. I keep the most random things, I've discovered. I'm not a pack rat, per se, but some of the things I do keep baffle me. I found a teeny tiny pine cone carefully packed away. I honestly can't remember why now. I seem to have an aversion to throwing away cords of any kind, even if the electronic equipment they were meant to plug in gave up the ghost decades ago. Yesterday I recklessly threw away about three hundred feet worth of cords. I just opened up a lovely red velvet box on the top of my closet shelf, and inside were three sponge hair rollers. Why the royal treatment for the hair rollers? I'm mystified. Given that my hair trends toward the enormous, I haven't used rollers in forever (but check out my graduation photo if you want to see the net results when I did use them.) I do keep cards and postcards for eons—I found one from a long-ago friend that says "You're Eight!" on the front and "That's Great!" inside. I won't tell you how long it's been since I've been eight. At least eight years. :)
Anyway, while I'm stirring up dust and memories and prodding the words from my brain which will eventually become The Dangers of Desire (next book!) and preparing to feast, I wanted to pause and wish you a happy, peaceful, satiating holiday surrounded by your favorite people and your furred or feathered loved ones. XO from me!