Since I've been in a frak-this sort of mood for the past few days, I began to wonder if I'd still want to write if I hadn't read The Cruel Sea in ninth grade -- because it was immediately on finishing it that I decided I wanted to be a writer. I suspect I would. So then I began to wonder what impelled others to write. You tell me. Did you have a Cruel Sea-type epiphany of your own? Was your desire to write the culimination of a long journey? Or have you just always known you wanted to write?
Despite my current state of humorless blahness, I know I have a lot to be thankful for. Being lucky enough to be born in what is, despite its many imperfections, the most gloriously wonderful country in the world. Two smart, well-adjusted kids whom I love more than life itself. Stuff like that. Happy Thanksgiving to my loyal followers -- and anyone else who drops by today.