I’m 31 this year, but the point still stands.
Well, except for those days where I feel like I’m about 16, mentally.
At the risk of being a tad narcissistic, happy birthday to me.
The next few weeks may be a bit sparse as I battle with my muse and my inner demons (see: inner critic) working toward my sparse, but very much achievable, word count goal for Camp NaNoWriMo.
Wish me luck. (I need it!)