That’s right, it’s my birthday, and I leave it to you to decide whether that was a Treat on Fate’s part, or a Trick. I’m celebrating at home today with my family and a box of tissues, because Fate is funny but unimaginative and for the third freaking year in a row, I am sick on my birthday. I am presently snuggled up on the couch with my furry assistant editor, watching our daytime Halloween traditions of Nightmare Before Christmas (also a Christmas tradition, a New Year’s tradition, an Easter tradition and a National Talk Like A Pirate Day tradition), Coraline, and ParaNorman. I may do a little painting and then watch Creepy Caught on Camera videos on Youtube until it gets dark, when the fun really starts, as the fun so often does at the Smomestead.
So as another tallymark is invisibly carved on the wall of my life, let me extend a personal thanks to all of you. I write because I love to write, but YOU are the ones who make it possible for me to do what I love for a living, and it is no exaggeration to say that I am here today to enjoy spider cake because of your support. So Happy Birthday to Me, and many happy returns to each and every one of you.