Well, it finally happened. I turned 40 yesterday. Annual checkups with the doctor are going to be less fun than they used to be.
I figure I’ve now got thirty years of denial with each birthday (“I can’t be 67! It just can’t happen! Not to me!”) Then, right at 70, I’ll start to OWN my age. “That’s right, I’m frickin’ SEVENTY-EIGHT YEARS OLD, you little brat! Fly that rocket pack right off my lawn!”
Oh well. At least I’ve finished two books recently. My novel Fangboy will be published by Delirium Books in April 2011, and my novella Faint of Heart will be published by Sideshow Press. Keep watching this space for news on those books and updates on middle-aged health issues.