Adam Oster, Novelist

As today marks the day of America’s giving of thanks, for, well, for the people who originally lived here helping keep us alive while we stole the country out from under them, I guess, I figured I should take a moment of reflection for all the things I’m thankful for.

And while there are plenty of things I could wax poetically about, with regards to how grateful I am, I figured I’d whittle it down to one small thing here, since it’s a national holiday and all that.

I’m thankful for you.

My readers.

After taking over half a decade off from writing, you folks came back like I had never left. Sure, we might not be as noisy of a bunch as we were the last time we hung out together, but you’re here, and I’m so happy you are.

One of the things I missed most while being away from the blog is having that simple knowledge that anyone was reading the stuff I was writing. And now, here you are, reading the stuff I’m writing. And it helps keep me sane. It helps me move forward, knowing that there are actually people who, for reasons I’ll never fully understand, want to invade this space to see whatever thing I’ve got to ramble about today.

And I appreciate it to a level I cannot ever fully express.

So, thank you.

And have an awesome day filled with turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes, and stuffing. Even if your country isn’t celebrating a day that pretends religious zealots hung out peacefully with the people they were invading.