Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday dear Opa,
Happy Birthday to youuuuuuuuu…
A spring chicken at the tender age of 73. Happy birthday, dad, hope you’re enjoying yourself.
Yee haw, today I put the finishing touch on my novel – there were only four thousand words left as of last Wednesday, but I found four occasions to sit down and hammer out 1000 words each time, and this morning was it – done! I started last March and now, 100,000 words later I have a novel!
Now to find an agent. Wish me luck.
Also tonight I’m playing my first ever live show, acoustic songs like “Apeman” and “To Love Is To Bury.” Should be good fun, although my guitar is not sounding so great. Wish me luck again.