By: Debra Webb
I love this time of year. Besides spring, fall is the best. There’s something about watching the leaves change color then fall leisurely to the ground that fills my soul with certainty—the certainty that no matter how cold and harsh winter gets, next spring the trees will burst forth with new leaves and the world around me will start a fresh new beginning.
I feel the same way about my writing. As I start a new story it’s very much like spring. The characters or setting or circumstances—maybe all—are new and fresh. Even if the new story is the next book in a series with the same characters and the same setting, those characters are getting a new beginning to change some aspect of who they are or how they react to a situation. Writing the story is like opening presents at Christmas, I never know what might be coming in the next few pages. My characters are always surprising me. When I finally reach the end, I feel both exhilarated and exhausted.
I feel truly blessed that I am able to write the stories I love and publish them. When I was a little girl I dreamed of writing books and movies. I started trying almost as soon as I learned how to write. I spent most of my free time telling stories to my family and friends. I always had a story I wanted to tell but it would be many years before I would pursue writing as a career. I am so very thankful to have achieved that goal.
This time of year makes me more keenly aware of how blessed I am. It also reminds me that the best way to show my thanks is by giving. On Saturday I learned of an elderly homeless man who had been coming into a thrift store looking for used coveralls to help him stay warm this winter. The owner, a friend of mine, told me the man had been coming into the shop several times a week asking this same question. I knew what I had to do. I hurried to the Tractor Supply store and bought the best pair of insulated coveralls, gloves, socks and headwear I could find. My friend helped me find the man. Seeing his ragged pants and jacket and cold, bare hands made me want to cry. I gave him the things he would need in a nick of time. This week we have had our coldest weather of the year.
I know what I did wasn’t much but it mattered a great deal to one man. So, I challenge you—all of you—if you can help just one person this holiday season, please do. It will make a difference. Give thanks in a way that counts. Buy someone who needs it a coat or a hot meal.
I wish you all a happy Thanksgiving and a merry Christmas. Be safe and enjoy! If you have a chance, look for my latest release in the Faces of Evil series, VICIOUS. It’s available in paperback and digital exclusively at Amazon. You might also enjoy SILENCE, the Christmas prequel set ten years before the series began.
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