And now, on with the entry. Let's see ... my house smells like birthday cake, and my MySpace page is flooded with comments. It must be birthday time! :-)
Birthdays have been strange for me in recent years. Friends and family get frustrated because I don't give them any ideas for birthday presents. The thing is, I honestly can't think of anything. I'm 34 years old. I've got a great family, a home that doesn't currently leak, and the best job in the world. (We're talking about the writing here ... though I'm quite happy to have a day job that covers the mortgage and our health insurance.)
My agent already sent me a present, passing along the on-signing part of my advance for Mermaid's Madness and Red Hood's Revenge. I suspect there will be a kid-made card or two waiting for me when I get home. All in all, I've got everything I could ask for, and life is good. Those things I do still want aren't really things anyone can give. (A cure for fibromyalgia would be a nice start.)
So, what do I want for my birthday? How about this: I want everyone to go out and give a book to someone who needs one. Could be a used book you know you're never going to read again. Could be a new one. (I hear there's a fun goblin trilogy out.) Spread the love, and tell 'em it's a birthday wish from some weird author guy on LiveJournal.