Today is my birthday and I am reminded of various things like some Kurt Vonnegut throwaway non-joke about a dying old woman who says 'how did I get so old' and my own grandmother's immortal line re: how she got so old viz 'I just didn't die'. In both instances I am reminded of these things while realising that I am not particularly old really and this is of course brought home by people I know, actual adults, aged 30something complaining/matter-of-factly proclaiming that they are now old. I don't feel particularly old anyway but that also reminds me of another grandmother (I had two) saying she still felt like a teenager, i.e. she felt the same way as she did when she was a teenager.
That's all I have to say about this really. I am deeply immersed in writing my next book while planning the two subsequent ones, so this is how it goes at the moment. It's all good.
2 comments:
They say the year is 2021, and that you are fifty six years old.
Blah blah blah.
Happy birthday anyway 🎉
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