I woke up in a complete state of panic today. It wasn't a looming deadline or forgotten meeting that sounded warning bells in my sleep. It was pie. Pie. I was momentarily overwhelmed by the pie-making, turkey-brining, grocery-shopping insanity that lay before me (alongside that looming deadline).
To make my pastry insanity more helpful, I offer it up as today's writing prompt. Imagine someone who goes just a teensy bit nuts preparing their feast of gratitude. What drives them? What does their day look like? Do they secretly know it's not worth it? (My pies, by the way, are totally worth it--not that this should sway your creative process). 600 words.