Thankful

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I generally update on Wednesdays, but I thought that today being Thanksgiving warranted its own post.  Thanksgiving is a holiday that I love- a first tier festival in my book.  It’s great to see the family, head back home for a while, and to roast the big bird (not THE big bird.  He’s still on Sesame Street, as far as I know), but it’s a wonderful time when most everyone stops and thinks about all the things they have to be thankful for.

So here’s what comes to my mind:

I’m thankful for my incredible family.  They have always supported me, sharpened me, taught me, listened to me, corrected me, and loved me.  Seeing them later today is going to be a good time, and I’m very thankful that I never have to dread the holidays like a lot of people do.  I’m extremely blessed in that regard.

I’m thankful that I’m able to be doing what I love, and I’m only a year and a half out of college.  Spending that last year and a half writing fiction and getting to hold published copies of books that have my name on them has been pretty special.

I’m thankful for my church here in Los Angeles, Reality LA.  Every Sunday I feel as if I’ve been wrapped in a warm embrace, then had a bucket of cold water dumped on my head, and then wrapped up once again before I’m sent on my way.  I always leave more awake than I had arrived, so to speak, and always feeling more loved.

I’m thankful for a roof over my head and terrific roommates.  I’m thankful that ends always meet.  I’m thankful for music when I’m having a hard day.  I’m thankful for dancing when I need to celebrate.

It’s so terribly easy to focus on what I don’t have, or what I still have to accomplish, but on this day I feel as though I’ve taken in a big breath of fresh air.  Being content is a difficult but beautiful thing, and I think that thankfulness is the road that leads that way.  God has given me so much, and certainly more than I deserve.  So I’m thankful.

Finally, I’m thankful for you, dear reader, as you read this now.  Have a terrific Thanksgiving, and may we all use this opportunity to begin a more grateful lifestyle.  Everything is a gift.  Every day is an opportunity.

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The Same Story

I’ve been reading a lot of Longfellow lately.  Some of it is very good, some of it… less good.  But in any case, some of his pieces are very moving and have certainly had a great effect on our culture here in America.  Thus, today’s post is a little ditty I’ve come up with in the style of Longfellow.
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The Same Story

The brightest day in full array

While busy men bustle about

One such man, weathered and tan

Approaches a space on the ground

 

He takes off his pack, lets go of his sack

About to sit on the floor

Surprised he sees the heads and knees

Of those who’ve arrived before

 

He’s offered a seat, wooden and neat

Facing the gathered alone

He adjusts his bench with arms outstretched

Then sits and takes off his robe

 

With a sigh, a try, and a glint in his eye

He inspects the little crowd

Nothing is new, it’s tried and true

He breathes before speaking aloud

 

The story’s the same

The teller old

But young are the listening ears

On the Grass by the Sea

For when words seem vain

And damnation is plain

Searching, crawling, gasping

For a way out

 

But still clinging to the bottom

The grime and the slime sink into your toes

And you think,
“This is where I belong.”

 

There’s sun above, grass for your feet, and love

But your attempts to climb are half-hearted

Your eyes have always darted

Back to the hole where you started

 

For when words bring pain

Icing the nerves in your brain

Wondering if you could ever be sane

To lay in peace beside the ocean

 

See, you were made for the ocean

To walk at its edge in this life

To plunge deep inside it in the next

A hole’s not where you belong, just what you’re used to.

 

When a rope’s tossed down

You bat it around

Think, “That’s nice,

But it’s not for me.”

 

Your home is the hole

Black is your soul

And that is where

You decided to stay

 

I look down my pit sometimes

Even lean down into it, now and again

The pull is there, but in truth I swear

It’s better on the grass by the sea.

 

For when words are more than they seem.

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Writing

It burns, but isn’t fire

heated, this desire

And a grumbling frustration

to do what must be done

Too tired to sleep

Too safe to keep

Bursting yet hiding

Inside everything

It comes when it will

But coaxing will still

Speed up the process

Except when it doesn’t.

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Starfall Giveaway

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Hello!

I have some exciting news for you: in celebration of the release of Star-Crossed, we’re giving Starfall away for free this weekend!  If you click here you can download an e-book copy for your ipad or kindle.  Or, if clicking on links sketches you out, just search for W.A. Fulkerson on Amazon.com.

Thousands of people have already taken advantage of this promotion, and it will only last through this Sunday night, 11/3.  If you’ve been reading this blog and thought, “Hmm, maybe I’d like to read one of his novels,” then now is a good time to jump in.

As always, thank you so much for reading and for supporting my work.  An author without readers is… well, not much of an author, so I thank you.

Best,

-W.A.