I know it's in poor taste to wish yourself happy birthday. But I figure hey, it's my birthday and if ever there was a time to self-indulge, it should be now. So - Happy Birthday to Me!
Before you ask - I'm 35. It's hard to believe I'm (almost) on the wrong side of the thirties! Ten years ago, I was working in Montreal as an editor at a medical publishing company. Now, I'm trying my hand as a writer in London. In between, I worked in Ottawa in PR; moved to Poland to teach English; completed a Bachelor of Education; moved to London and fell in lurve; taught at a school near Heathrow... and recruited teachers to this lovely land of Hope and Glory. Busy years!
But as schmaltzy as it sounds, I've never been happier than right now: Struggling through the angst and frustration of trying to get published, and spending my days creating stories and characters. What could be better?