Thanksgiving was nice. I stuffed myself on enchiladas (very traditional, I know…). They weren’t even turkey enchiladas, but they did contain their fowl brethren, chicken. Everyone seemed to enjoy them.
In other news, I spent a good deal of time today sitting in an empty office and working hard on my next story. I’m very excited about where it’s going and it’s getting closer to being publish-worthy. Like most other creative types though, I’m struggling with this basic thought…
I really hope people like it as much as I do.
No one likes being wrong, and I feel that if other people don’t get it as I get it, then that must mean I’m wrong (though one could just as easily say they’re wrong, but I’m more of the self-deprecating type 🙂 ).
Anyway, being wrong isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It’s how we grow. As much as I hope my own thoughts and feelings are confirmed by others, I will do my best to gracefully accept the viewpoints of others.