I’ll probably write something long and thoughtful about this for the Boob on Friday, but today is my birthday. The big Six-Oh-My-Fucking-God. I was going to just have a normal workday because the bills don’t care about these things. They just keep coming. But so do the years - until they don’t. So, I decided to at least have a Rancho Relaxo day at work. A bit of writing, a bit of editing, a lot of thinking.
I’ve mostly been pondering the next few years and what I’d like to do with them. Assuming I don’t get ambushed by melanoma, I got a few stories left in me, but not an unlimited amount. It’s probably time to start picking and choosing where I make my efforts.
But first, Imma eat this birthday brownie.
Might have a read of Steve’s latest too. I already got a look at the first draft, and loved it. But I’m professionally interested to see how it turned out after the edit.
