I can’t drive 55

This is my birthday theme song.

Except I don’t drive like that. Really.

I am double nickels today. I used to try to think of things that would challenge me on my birthday, because I hate getting older. Nine years ago, I discovered the rock climbing gym in my neighborhood, which got me to get a job there and work putting children upon the rock walls. It was a ton of fun, and I got to climb for free.

Today, I am going to the Post Office and dropping off two copies of Darkness Rising: Book One of The Catmage Chronicles. I’m submitting my novel to the ALSC for the Newbery Award. Hey, the worst that can happen is I don’t get it, right?

This is a year to celebrate. My first novel is published and doing damned well for a self-published novel by nobody from nowhere. I’m at 94 novels as of the writing of this post. Six more and I get my birthday wish of 100 novels sold in the first month (plus two days).

And my hours have been raised at work, so I can stay where I am (and eventually, I hope, go back on full-time hours) and not worry about the job hunt.

I said it five years ago, and it’s turning out to be right: My fifties have become my best years ever. May they continue to improve.

Update 4 p.m.: And we’re at 97! Woot!

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8 Responses to I can’t drive 55

  1. Elisson says:

    This is your Birthday Song!
    (It isn’t very long.)

    – Sung to the tune of “Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-De-Ay”

  2. No, I think that’s 99. Createspace takes a while to update. Something tells me I made my goal.


  3. Michael Lonie says:

    Happy birthday Meryl. Here on the Left Coast it is still Thursday. I just bought two copies, so you made your goal.

  4. Anonymous says:

    Happy birthday!

  5. Gary Rosen says:

    Happy Birthday, Meryl! (belated)

  6. Thanks, Gary. It was a good one.

  7. David says:

    Happy birthday! 55 is a good number – I can tell, because I know how it has been…one upon a time…

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