And it’s an awkward one - I’m getting to that age where I start wondering if there is a limit on the number of Annual 39th Birthdays I can have before someone makes me pick a new number.
I have to admit I whined a little this morning. ”I don’t want to be old.”
Bones (who is a is full 6 months younger, and lords this over me every year) was unfazed. “You’re not old…just older.”
Not helpful, my love. This is what I get for marrying a younger man, sure the stamina is great, but …
One of my nicest birthday presents this year actually happened a few weeks early. My e-book Infamous was picked up for print distribution and is now for sale in Barnes and Noble and other brick-and-mortar booksellers. In this digital age, this might not seem like such a huge deal for most, but I grew up in the dark, non-digital age. Being able to walk into an ACTUAL BOOKSTORE and see Infamous on the shelves next to big-name authors like Jennifer Probst, Kristen Proby, and Nora Roberts was a major life moment. Maybe not as big as marrying my young boy-toy or the birth of our child, but right up there, for sure.
Even better, after announcing my authorly insecurities on the Inter-webs, people started sending me pictures – to PROVE that, yes, my book was in more than my local bookstore where I was able to personally go visit it.
Thank you so much to my friends and fans – you are my real best birthday present – even better than the print release!
So, even at this advanced age (39, AGAIN), I’m still having dreams come true. Bones is right. I’m not so old.