So it's my birthday and that always feels like an occasion for a blog post. For posterity's sake and all that. Although the older I get, the less I feel like celebrating. I think I aged a lot this year, so much so that I don't feel up to my usual naked-face pictures. I'll get to them soon, maybe tomorrow before Dave takes me out to happy hour. If I could procrastinate the birthday itself, I totally would.
I was, however, up for having lunch today with my writing critique group, which as far as I'm concerned was a perfect thing to do on my birthday. Any time with fellow nutters who make people up in their heads and can help me figure out what to do with the people in my own head is time well spent. Lately I've been working on that second book I started in November and while it feels like a huge project (a much bigger book than GRAVY and I don't mean its word count), I'm enjoying it again.
Maybe 34 won't be so bad after all.