Happy to me!

“It takes a long time to grow young.”
(Pablo Picasso)

Ohmigosh, today I am 32. It hasn't really sunken in yet, but it will!

("Happy to you" is how my son used to sing over candles and a cake. He was in too big of a hurry to eat the frosting to bother with remembering lyrics!)

Today I will blow out some candles, make a few wishes and celebrate the fact that I made it another rotation around the sun relatively unscathed and happier for the experience.

I got married this year. Man of my dreams material, folks. I joined a fantastic critique group and made some phenomenal friends. I put myself out there and joined a bunch of RWA groups that I'd been thinking about for years, but never did. I submitted to contests and agents and earned my own fair share of rejections, advice, and experience.

Oh, and to celebrate? Yesterday I continued the journey and mailed off a requested partial to an agent I love, love, love. (And this is after they read the first 15 pages, so that means something to me! ha!)

So to all my new friends and fellow writers and seekers, a big huge THANK YOU for making the past year so much fun and such a damn fine experience.

Here's to many more...

Happy writing,

h.