So, I don’t know where I’m going to be when this post goes up. Like actually literally. I don’t know. For today is my birthday, and my husband has taken me on a magical mystery tour. I know we’ll be in Alaska. I know we’ll be camping…but that’s all I’ve got.
I’m the type to freak out on my birthday. I think I get it from my big sister. Even when she was five, she would worry that she hadn’t accomplished enough before turning six.
And now I have a big birthday. A thirty kind of birthday. And part of me wants to curl up in a ball and wait for a juice box and my stuffed animal to be delivered while moaning about how my life means nothing and every second I’ve lived on this earth has been a waste. But then the (very small) reasonable portion of my brain says, “Hold on a second, Girlie. You make your living onstage, you travel the country with your super cool husband, and you have a great family and two books in paperback.”
Not gonna lie, the goal was paperback by thirty, and I did it! Of course there are more goals lined up. Agented by thirty-one. Best seller by thirty-five. Not really picky about which list I want to be on. I mean New York Times would be great, but I am capable of being reasonable.
For now, I shall focus on the agent part, and trying to get five hundred likes on my author page because my birthday-stressed brain is telling me that five hundred likes would be a real accomplishment. I know, I get a little crazy around my birthday. So please help a crazy, aging author, and like my Facebook page.
And also, thank you. Not just for reading my crazy lady post. But for being the best book fans an author could wish for. Thank you for the love and support. Here’s to a fantastic birthday adventure and to another wonderful year.