Thank You, Scrabble and Writing Gods

My mother raised me in the school of "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all." I didn't realize what a gift that was until I spent some time around people whose "mamas didn't teach them right." Like my lovely trip on the Crazy Train two weeks ago. Unfortunately, since my mother raised me that way, all I can do is post the final board and let IT do the speaking for me. You know, he probably feels bad, so buy his book.

And yesterday, my writers' group read a chapter about an intriguing (I hope) concept of this dystopic society living in isolation--The Pilgrims. I had intended the plot to go in one direction, but there was a great deal of ETHICAL debate last night. I now think my plot is going in a different direction, simply because of the challenges/questions raised last night. I thank the writing gods, the muse, that handed me the Pilgrims. I thank my writers' group for never letting even something simple slide.

I believe, ladies and gentlemen, the Muse handed me a gift last night.

So what was the last gift the Writing Gods handed you?