I take partial responsibility. After all, my parents had more than a little to do with it.
I usually forget my birthday until the week before, when everyone starts reminding me. This year, though, I’m paying a bit more attention because, well, I’m here to have one. That was, for the first time ever, more than an academic question recently. So for that I am grateful to many people, most of whom I do not know and may never see again—doctors and nurses and even some folks who thought good thoughts without my knowing—and for the love of my friends.
I have pretty much everything one could ask for out of life. The one thing that would make this just super cool would be to have some publisher offer me a significant amount of money to publish one of the books I have on offer. I trust that will come eventually.
I’m most especially pleased that I have Donna. Still. Always. She’s one seriously wonderful human being. I love her and I am still baffled that she loves me.
So, to everyone, thank you for your birthday wishes. You strangers out there who read this, if you want to do something more than wish me happy birthday, go buy one of my books, read it, and rave about it on your own blog or on Amazon or wherever. (If you choose REMAINS, you’ll make my publisher happy, too.) But even so, thank you, thank you, thank you.
I’m going to a convention now. Have a great day.