An official U.S. national holiday since 1894, Labor Day is celebrated the first Monday in September and pays tribute to the contributions of the working class to our nation’s prosperity, strength, and well-being (as per these people).

As someone who, well, works, I’m guessing I’m one of those people.  As are most Americans.  And if anyone wants to say stay-at-home-moms do not work or contribute, don’t be saying it aboard this vessel.  You may find yerself needing a peg-leg and I ain’t talking about the one that ends with a shoe.

Now, if there’s anything with which a writer is well-acquainted, it’s labor.  According to Dictionary.com, labor can be defined as “exert one’s powers of body or mind; work; toil.”  Do we toil for our stories?  Do we exert the powers of our minds?  You better bloody believe it.

So on this day paying tribute to all of us who labor, writer’s especially, I say raise yer rum and give a loud “HUZZAH!”  Now take the day off.

How are you celebrating Labor Day?  Gathering with the family?  Out on the water?  Having a picnic?  Whatever you’re doing, don’t forget to turn those dogs!

PS: I will be picnicking myself but I’ll check in when I can.