So here's what I wish for us:
* we give books as holiday gifts
* we get them from our local indie bookstores
* we spend time reading with the people and pets we love
* when we feel the call, we write
* we get enough sun, nutrients, movement, and sleep
* we bloom again in springtime & kick ass. 11/11

And I'm going to tell you something else. When you read a book, there were days that the writer hated everything they wrote, days they cried over the page, days they ate an entire bowl of candy corn just to fuel the useless words. But the reader can't tell, because you can always fix it later. 9/

So here comes the encouragement:
* you are not alone
* this, too, shall pass
* keep writing because someone needs your story
* keep writing because you love the craft
* you have survived 100% of the times that felt impossible
* art is rebellion
* art feeds your soul
* winter is for lying fallow 8/

More verses than that too. I've has this poem rattling in my brain since I was 16.

One of the best books I read this year

What a stunning cover

Still one of the funniest political moments in the last decade