Yep, I’m a January baby.
Yep, my mom was pretty damn miserable that final Christmas before she became a mom for the first time.
Yep, my birthday falls one month after Christmas, which means, generally speaking, we’re pretty broke on that day.
Yeah, my birthday is during the middle of winter. No beach party for me.
I used to ask for gardening stuff for my birthday, which, for the record, is kinda hard to find in the dead of winter. And if I did get something cool like new furniture for the porch or gardening supplies, I couldn’t exactly use any of it until spring.
I’ve long since passed my fortieth year (now that one was super cool – I threw a 90s grunge party!), and celebrating birthdays aren’t nearly as important to me as they once were. Now a-days I’d rather try to forget the Big Day, as it were. At least until someone figures out how to reverse the aging process.
Last year my birthday fell on a Wednesday, and at the last minute, I decided to take the day off from the day job. While everyone else was at school/work, I started drinking wine before noon and wrote, wrote, wrote. It’s amazing how well the words flowed. Probably because it was the middle of the work week and my brain had been tricked into thinking this was somehow forbidden.
Yeah, I really liked that birthday too.
This year, for MY birthday, I’ve decided to give YOU presents.
If you’re a fan of paranormal romance, I present you with a whole bunch of FREE books… Yeah, happy birthday to all of us!
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