Egads, I'm thirty-two.
Last week it was my birthday, and I turned another year closer to forty.
Now, I realise that's a rather pessimistic way of looking at it, but that's not quite what I mean when I say it. I just can't believe that I'm in the second year of my thirties. I don't even feel thirty! In my head, I'm still somewhere in my twenties, and that's probably where I'll still be in another ten years.
You're only as old as you feel, right?
The second draft of Wild Ride is now finished, and I passed it on to Heather to read. Happily, the story elicited a few chuckles, and while there are a few bits of dialogue which will need changing, far too many instances of 'hey' and 'darling', and a few other tweeks needed, but it's definitely an improvement on the original draft. It's also two thousand words longer, clocking in at just shy of eight thousand words (thankfully, as that is the maximum word limit).
I should be sending it off in a few weeks to see if the folks at Fantasy-Faction would be interested in it for their anthology.
But for now, it's back to work on Serial Psyence.
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