Eight days into the Year of the Fire Monkey

It’s my birthday!

Yep. I hit thirty today.

It’s really hard to believe this is it, something that was always in the future until it smacked me right in the face, day of.

It doesn’t bother me, actually, other than just being this really odd number that was supposed to mean something big until it came and I realized that it didn’t. It might actually bother me more how very anti-climactic hitting 30 is, but then what did I expect? 18 came and went, like any other day. 21 was kinda cool because it was nice to be allowed to drink alcohol, but I didn’t exactly go out and do the usual rituals associated with it.

I don’t feel suddenly older. I don’t feel magically wiser. I don’t feel like my best years are behind me. *laughs* I don’t feel like my past was in vain. I don’t have regrets and I have no fears.

I think, this is about as good as it gets for a birthday, especially one hung with as much freight as the “big three-oh” is.

Well, it’d be nice if I weren’t running a low-grade fever with the accompanying drumming headache, but hey. It’d also be nice if the universe could have given me the gift of figuring out the last few weeks of sick, but I don’t profess to deserve miracles

This year, for my birthday, I sent out an advance peek of Prey, the short story I plan on releasing next, to my newsletter subscribers. And it was a gift to myself. I got something done. I finished something. It felt awesome and for a moment made me feel like I was on top of the world, keeping it aloft with my magic.

Maybe next year I’ll find an extra fistful of spoons and give out copies of my books and do a Twitter event and have giveaways and whatever, but, this birthday, oh well!

I was hoping to release Goddess in Waiting, but that didn’t happen. Then I was hoping to finish the re-write of Sunshine and stick that in the newsletter, but it was more challenging than expected to makeover something that I wrote in college.

It’s true, by the way, that you can’t ever go home again.

So I ended up editing Prey instead. Added about 3k words. Ironed it out some. Threw it out on a prayer.

Good enough.


Nope. Didn’t end up managing to finish Phoenix Awoken, but I am 35k in and halfway there. I’m debating finishing Sunshine first and then finishing this before going onto edits, but we’ll see. It might turn out editing is easier with fever-brain than writing new material and writing with a more robust framework is easier than not.
Got Goddess edits back from my readers. Woo!
Sunshine is in some sort of cobbled together half-state, but I have good thoughts about it.

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