Last year, I shared about my gratitude journal and how I count my blessings (at least five, sometimes more) before I go to sleep. It reminded me of this song from the movie, White Christmas. So I shared the song, too, but it was on the Friday after Thanksgiving, and maybe you were busy with after-Thanksgiving activities.
I thought I’d share the song again. ‘Cause I just love this song.
I don’t love journaling so much. I know I call my notebook a “gratitude journal”, but it’s more like a collection of lists. I’m a professional when it comes to making lists. Wherever I am, I pull out my gratitude notebook and list away. And most nights, I drift off pretty peacefully.
So after the cleaning and the dusting, the chopping and the stuffing, the baking and the cooking, I hope you’ll have a quiet moment for counting your blessings. Even if it’s the last thing you do before you close your eyes on Thanksgiving night:
If you’re worried and you can’t sleep. Count your blessings instead of sheep. And you’ll fall asleep, counting your blessings.
Do you know about Wordle?
It’s a cool application that takes a whole bunch of words and makes them into a graphic. So it can be a useful tool for writers if you plug in a manuscript. You can “see” the words that are coming up throughout your novel and thus get a good indication if your story is about…say, your main character. Or the word “felt.”
But I used Wordle today with my Gratitude notebook.
Every night, I write down five different things for which I’m grateful. I don’t journal; it’s just a list. Remembering all that I’m thankful for before I rest my weary head has proven to be a wonderful way to end my day. Instead of counting sheep–or worries– I count my blessings (Oh! Do you know that song? I’ll share it on Fun Friday!).
And as I typed up a couple days from each month of the year, I realized that my blessings are family and friends, writing and books, music and singing, and quite a few modern conveniences.
But most especially, the Beneficent Mr. Hall showed up (and you can probably guess his name, if you’re looking at the Wordle).
I wasn’t surprised, “seeing” my blessings, but I thought it might be a nice way to say how much I appreciate all of you, friends, and what a blessing you are in this writer’s life.
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!
It’s a cold and rainy day here in Georgia, and so I’ve been writing, writing, writing, all day long. And I was just getting to the really scary part–you know, the part where the world turns upside down, characters start flying every which way, monkeys are zipping by–and then I thought, Cathy, you might need a break. On account of me pretty much adding The Wizard of Oz to my manuscript.
So I probably have a bit of rewriting to do. But first, I’m drawing a name for Meg Moseley’s delightful novel, GONE SOUTH. I guarantee that Lynn will enjoy every word of this Southern story, steeped in family histories.
And speaking of family histories, I’m wishing you a wonderful Thanksgiving, steeped in all the fixin’s, with you and yours!