I always felt bad for those students who had to spend their
birthday at school. I never did. So yeah, it was hard to get used to having to
WORK on my birthday. In fact, I would usually try to take the day off - why
ruin a tradition?
Now…well, I don’t work. The unemployment has expired and
after 52 weeks of sending out at least two resumes a week, garnered two whole
interviews that led nowhere. Am I sad? Heck, no. Will I continue to look for
work? Not unless I have to.
I have a job and it’s called writing. Sure, it’s not paying
yet, but will be after January. Of course, it won’t pay as much as I used to
make, not right away anyway. But maybe someday. Hey, I can dream! Besides,
stranger things have happened.
Do I still look forward to my birthday? Sure! It’s my day
and I love it. And will I work on my birthday? Probably, because I love writing.
But, if my husband can take the day off, then I would, too. What would we do? I
have no idea, but I’m sure we’ll figure something out.
Now I must go back to my job so I can hopefully have TWO
books coming out and then work on that third. Because right now my vampires are
taking precedence over my ghost and alien.
What do you like doing on your birthday? You have any
traditions?
Stacy
(turning **mumble, mumble** years old in 17 wake ups!)
