Today is my birthday. Three years ago, I thought it would be fun to buy a ’50s prom dress from Goodwill, chop it up into something “hip” and don a tiara. Did I mention the birthday party with red cups and a special stirrer for the birthday girl? I can so no better way to bid farewell to youth.
But now I’m a grown up and seem to be waving to youth in the distance as it slowly backs away. The best way to celebrate? With the knowledge that this year didn’t see my novel completed, but next year will, damnit! Hoozah! Now go buy me something!
NOTE: With 10 minutes to spare before my birthday, I hit the 150-page mark on my novel!