I’m 63 years old today.
I made that announcement not because I’m trying to elicit any form of congratulation from anyone, but because no matter how hard I try to keep it quiet, other people shout it from the rooftops… well, all over Facebook, which amounts the same. So this year, I thought I’d beat them to it.
There it is. I’m 63 years old and I don’t feel a day over 80.
There’s a biblical quote; as ye sow, so shall ye reap. I must have been bad bugger then to suffer all this pain. Knees are shot, hips hurt, I struggle to get my breath and I live permanently next door to flat broke.
But do I feel sorry for myself?
Yes. If I don’t, no one else will.
To be absolutely truthful, I don’t number self-pity amongst my failings (I have enough failings to be going on with).
It’s not all bad news, mind. Amongst the better birthday things which have happened are the release of The Handshaker under the Crooked Cat imprint last Friday.
And I had some good news last night from the Amazon Kindle UK British Detectives top 100. For several hours, all five STAC Mysteries were in the top forty.
If I’m the one responsible for all the crap in my life, it’s you, the readers who are responsible for the success of the STAC Mysteries.
So it’s a big birthday thank you from me to you.