|(The Birthday Babes)|
I've anticipated this year, my fiftieth on Spaceship Earth, for a while. Back in my teens, I posited reaching Year: 50 with a kind of foresight that I think is unusual for the young. I knew I wanted to be living in my own home by then, and living the life of a published and happy writer -- mission accomplished on both counts, whether by destiny or design. Of course, I pondered the loss of loved ones (despite my wanting some people and things to last forever, many of the best haven't). But as 50 crept closer, I decided to celebrate it instead of mourning what I've lost over the years.
|(My favorite birthday cake)|
|(A living room full of writer friends)|
Next up, it's the big 6-0. So long as I meet the decade to come with the same verve as my fiftieth, putting down fresh pages, seeing my work in print and on the screen, and harming none, I'm looking forward to what those ten years will bring!