My wonderful, supportive family and friends.
That I've got the time, energy, and wherewithal to write.
Writers like Harper Lee, Charles Dickens, William Shakespeare, Dave Simon, and George R.R. Martin.
That fragrant pumpkin cupcake with cream cheese frosting I just ate.
The warm, friendly waves at Bellows Beach.
The Advil I just took to counteract the sugar headache from the pumpkin cupcake.
Dictionaries, thesauri, Google, wikipedia, my DSL connection.
Whoever designed my favorite underwear.
How a newborn baby feels when you hold him.
Ink on paper.
Dreams. Hope. Excitement. Laughing till I squeak.
A fat yellow full moon hovering over the Hollywood Hills.
My cat Lucy asleep with her legs in the air.
The smell of orange blossoms.
Plumbing that works.
My other cat Max insisting on lying on top of me.
Charlotte's Web, the Chronicles of Narnia, Half Magic, and all the other books I loved as a child.
Emily Dickinson, John Ford, Van Gogh, Nefertiti's sculptor, the Cave at Chauvet.
Having a wonderful place to go on Thanksgiving filled with people I love and the smell of turkey and pie.