2.02.2008

They say it's my birthday

I turned 51 years old today, or so they tell me. I haven't been paying attention. I'm deep into the first draft of a new novel, lost in my own imagination, and I don't know what day it is. I go around dopey and goofy all the time. Not to mention Porky.

Reaching 50 was a big deal, and I celebrated by going to a banquet in Seattle where I was up for an award. A good friend won instead. This is what they call bittersweet. I walked back to my hotel drunk and alone, very late, in the rain. Seattle noir.

What am I doing for 51? I have no idea. My wife's got something cooking, some surprise outing. I feel sure it doesn't involve walking in the rain.

Otherwise, I'll probably be sitting right here. Cranking out more pages on the new book.

Ever the party animal.

6 comments:

Bill Crider said...

Happy birthday, you young whippersnapper, you.

Anonymous said...

Happy birthday Steve. Come out of the cave at least long enough for a toast!
Jas.

ORF said...

hey steve, glad you are another year older on Groundhog Day. In Pennsylvania they have six more weeks of winter, but in Atlanta they will have an early spring. Here in Redding, Redneck Randy didn't see his shadow, but I think we are going to have more winter anyway. That is how contrary it can be locally. Oh, and I just took my mother to lunch today for her 80th. She actually liked Priya.

ORF said...

Oh, and I will be signing up for the Nuts and Bolts seminar.

STEVE BREWER said...

My mother-in-law sent me a card that says, "You ain't nothing but a groundhog." It shows a groundhog crooning into a microphone, but I'm pretty sure that's Photoshopped....

Thanks for the birthday wishes.

Steve

Uncle E said...

Happy B-Day, Steve!