I WISH WE COULD DO WHAT THEY DO IN KATROO! (My birthday is the 28th - but I wrote the post last night and blogger just is NOT that advanced. So I'm really one day younger than you thought. I changed the post date to today.)
Recognize that line? From my favorite Dr. Suess book, "Happy Birthday to You!" Today am pretty much dead-on middle aged. Half my life behind, half ahead. Feel free to taunt and/or congratulate me.
In autism years I'm about 432, just older than the Vampire Lestat, if anyone even remembers Anne Rice's magnificent vampire series of many years ago. Ruined by a blond Tom Cruise (Ugh! My eyes!) Now paranormal is normal and I've read over at Nathan Bransford's agent blog that Vampires are (un)dead. But I'm not worried because I don't write in the paranormal genre. I dipped my toe into PN with my book - and then pulled it out of the blood. Not my thing right now. In fact, I suck at it. (Get it? Bad vampire joke?) Ask my agent. (See his head nodding?)
Have you heard Anne Rice is now a Super Catholic? Check out her site HERE but get ready to be bombarded by Ave Maria and to feel utterly lost if you're looking for the amazing author of many years ago. Oh I'm sure she's still an amazing writer. But you'll feel like you have to whisper and badomble into her site on your knees. (You do know how to badomble, don't you? It's a Catholic thing. See this photo with the cross? That's from the LaSalette Shrine in Attleboro, MA. You have to go up those stairs on your knees. It's a penance; "If it hurts it must be good for my soul and since Jesus suffered for my sins I can suffer a little too." I call it badombling up the steps. My folks try to go there every year. I grew up going there. I don't know why Protestants don't kneel in Church the way we Catholics do. Feel free to explain.) Dang, am I off track again? Sorry.
I don't think Anne Rice writes about vampires any longer. Ah the irony, from the undead to the born again! I'm onto Charlaine Harris, whose Sookie Stackhouse series is a pip.
Back t0 my birthday. How old you ask? Well, if I had a theme song it would be, "Oh what a night! Late December back in......" Got it? Old. In autism, vampire and human years alike. But happy. Content. Blessed. No complaints from me.