Project: Appreciation of the Future

So we all know what usually comes with November and Thanksgiving: inquiries about what you’re thankful for. And what are the usual responses? The food on this table, my family, God, the roof over my head, my friends, my children, the sun, the freedom I have in this country, the fact that I have a job when I know many don’t, my husband/wife/lover/partner in life, that I am alive, etc etc etc.

The list can go on and on of the cliche answers we have for what we’re thankful for. No matter how truthful and accurate they are (because we are thankful for one or two or all of these things I am sure) the fact remains that they are still cliche and standard.

Well, we at Spilled Ink are proposing a theme for November/Thanksgiving of course. But we’re writers here, and hopefully we’re imaginative and creative, so why should we follow a long with the typical?

No. We’ve decided to veer off in a different direction. Instead of writing a prose or poetry piece on something from the past that you’re thankful for or something in the present like family and all of the other things listed above, we want you to expand the boundaries of your mind and look to the future.

Think about what types of little things you might be thankful for in the future. Do not include big events such as births, marriages, honeymoons, graduation, etc. 

Now obviously we can only know so much about the future and so these pieces are going to be fictionalized, but try and keep it personal, intimate. Let us get a little bit of a glimpse into you by seeing what small and seemingly insignificant (from the outside at least!) event would be important and meaningful to you.

Feel free to take this in any direction you feel. Be inspired. But please follow the guidelines of something you’re thankful for that is not a BIG event. Little things. 

Bethany’s Example: The son I’m hopefully going to have. He’ll probably have dark hair, as I’m not typically attracted to blonde guys for whatever reason. If he gets lucky he’ll have my eyes. I have pretty eyes, everyone says so. He’ll be wild, drive me crazy probably, but I’ll secretly love it. He’ll be active, and I’ll hope he settles on hockey but I’ll be happy with whatever he chooses, in respects to sports at least. It’ll be a normal day. I’ll go drop him off at school. And maybe he’ll only be six or seven or eight. But one of his classmates will ask if I’m his mom and he’ll smile, look up at me, and say, “yes. she’s the best!”


Lillian’s Example: The phone rang, and it startled me. It fumbled from my hands, I had been caught up in between the pages of my novel and the warmth of my coffee mug hypnotized me. I leaned down and picked up the phone, the caller id said Mom. The conversation was quick, short and sweet. She said my son had eaten all of his dinner, including his cooked carrots. I cringed, to this day, I still do not like cooked carrots. I thanked her and told her I’d be there in a few hours to pick him up. She told me to take my time. Jacob had just rode his hours in the pouring rain, his gun secretively tucked into his boot, to tell Scarlett the bad news. Sam walked by and refilled my mug and placed a warm muffin in front of me. He winked at me and carried on. I took in my surroundings. It was almost Christmas so the cafe was warm and the windows were filled with light snow flurries. I sat alone at a round table in the middle of a crowded shop, but I felt safe here. Mom babysat Tucker on Thursday evenings so I could have some time alone. It was hard raising him with Ben overseas. I was thankful for these quiet evenings, they kept my sanity in check.

Please tag your pieces with #future appreciation or #futureappreciation! We will only be reblogging pieces for this project from these two tags. We will not be taking submissions for this project. This project will be going on throughout November so feel free to take your time, but don’t wait too long and miss out!

2 years ago