I made it. Sixty-six years old!

Sixty-six!

And counting.

So how does it feel?

I asked myself that last year. The answer’s pretty much the same as then…

It feels like when I was younger. You know — 65, 64…?

But a year ago, I hadn’t published any novels and here I am, finalizing #3.

My wife and I had a quiet day, just the two of us for lunch at my favorite Curry House followed by her wonderful chocolate orange cheesecake.

Last year, I was in the UK and celebrated with my Mom at her care home.

But this year I didn’t celebrate it with my Mom. She’s no longer around to share anything with. So I set aside a little time for quiet reminiscing.

And what do I hope for in the coming year?

• Another birthday!
• Sanity to infect the world’s governments (requested for the 2nd year running)
• Continuing sales growth for my novels
• A few more speaking parts in movies
• My daughters to receive the rewards they have labored for and deserve

That “coming year” is starting with a bang

• I’m finalizing my next novel for beta readers to feast on during October
• Starting to pack for my month-long USA road trip
• The movie “Toy Gun” premieres in Luxembourg on Thursday (I had a tiny part in it)
• I’m meeting with a theater group who might stage my sci-fi play, “Grandfather? (An intimate family tale of quantum mechanics, causal loops, and casual sex)“

Busy, busy… but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Meanwhile, whichever birthday YOU experience next, may it be a great one!