My Birthday!
Aug. 25th, 2009 05:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wishusFor a little while, I’d done as many stand-up gigs for the number of years I had been on the planet – no more. My age has inched forward by one unit!
For this splendiferous occasion I have gone in to work armed with cake . Later, I’m planning an Italian excursion –possibly to Bella Italia - followed by crashing a poetry-related barbecue to which I’ve been invited, if it’s still on after I’ve eaten all the tiramisu in existence. Failing that – pub!
Alarmed at this year’s sheer lack of birthday botheredness (must be maturity – eek! Nah!) I’ve declared myself to be 9, adding the two digits together. Trouble is, I can’t really summon up the required sense of nostalgia, as my 9th birthday has kind of slipped from memory. It may have involved a caravan holiday.
Lots of lovely birthday things – soy candles from my sister. Strange idea – lovely candles! Money – money is quite lovely- may buy myself a bike basket with that... and a bardic gift from my dearest, a large mother of pearl inlaid wooden box with letter paper, a fountain pen, Quink ink (now that reminds me of being 9!) and a moleskin notebook to record my bardic thoughts in through the year. Also, a promise on a postcard – I’m going to get my portrait painted! I hope I’m not too much of a fidget!
I left my phone at home today, so hopefully will go home and find exciting messages on it. Mmmmm...
Other exciting news, further to my pledge of writing more stuff and submitting it more places, I only got a story accepted for a vampire anthology out next year. I’ll say more about it when dust has settled.
The next writing project really has to be more stuff for the next slam I’m doing. I’m going back to Bilston for Halloween so need to come up with something aptly spooky. Oooooh! And there’ll be curry as well! OoooOOOoooooh!
For this splendiferous occasion I have gone in to work armed with cake . Later, I’m planning an Italian excursion –possibly to Bella Italia - followed by crashing a poetry-related barbecue to which I’ve been invited, if it’s still on after I’ve eaten all the tiramisu in existence. Failing that – pub!
Alarmed at this year’s sheer lack of birthday botheredness (must be maturity – eek! Nah!) I’ve declared myself to be 9, adding the two digits together. Trouble is, I can’t really summon up the required sense of nostalgia, as my 9th birthday has kind of slipped from memory. It may have involved a caravan holiday.
Lots of lovely birthday things – soy candles from my sister. Strange idea – lovely candles! Money – money is quite lovely- may buy myself a bike basket with that... and a bardic gift from my dearest, a large mother of pearl inlaid wooden box with letter paper, a fountain pen, Quink ink (now that reminds me of being 9!) and a moleskin notebook to record my bardic thoughts in through the year. Also, a promise on a postcard – I’m going to get my portrait painted! I hope I’m not too much of a fidget!
I left my phone at home today, so hopefully will go home and find exciting messages on it. Mmmmm...
Other exciting news, further to my pledge of writing more stuff and submitting it more places, I only got a story accepted for a vampire anthology out next year. I’ll say more about it when dust has settled.
The next writing project really has to be more stuff for the next slam I’m doing. I’m going back to Bilston for Halloween so need to come up with something aptly spooky. Oooooh! And there’ll be curry as well! OoooOOOoooooh!
