We are heading into the final weeks of the year. While for the Arena itself these dates have no meaning, those of us who care for this sacred ground will be shortly overwhelmed with celebrations and family.
Last year was the first time we had to care for the Arena during the holidays. We weren’t sure how to handle it. We opted for a break and returned fresh in January, and this was the right choice.
This year, though, we were able to plan even further ahead. We will still be taking off until January, but the Arena will not be silent from now until then. We have more Reading With the Arena to share with you, and some more thoughts on another year of battles within these cyber-walls.
And, of course, over the last few weeks we have been serving up a delicious seven-course meal, a parade of battles each more grueling than the last in our first ever arena tournament. On December 8th, we will feast upon the final two stories as @dococcupant and @haikufictiondju take on a prompt that scared the hell out of all of us, but was demanded by the Arena and the fifty-nine battles which have been etched in its walls: Butter.
You can even try your hand at this most difficult of prompts in our Flash Fiction Challenge. Come show us what you can do.
But for the rest of this week, us Americans will be taking it easy. In the States this coming Thursday was declared a national holiday in 1863 by Abraham Lincoln, a man who was no slouch with words himself, to give thanks in a war-torn nation for all that remained that was good, and to give thoughts to all who suffered.
Thanks from the Arena, for every word you amazing people have poured into this site. We are blessed in many ways, but no more so than in the amazing people we have somehow found knocking at our doors these last two years.
Also, for those who do not observe Thanksgiving, do eat some pie or something this Thursday. Because pie.