On My Fortieth Birthday

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In a few short hours, I will be forty years old. Honestly, it's hard for me to believe -- I still feel sixteen.

Okay, maybe not. Don't get me wrong -- sixteen wasn't a bad age for me, all things considered. I started college when I was sixteen, and many of the women who will read this met me that year. Hi, Cottey girls! (Just in case any of my male friends think I'm discriminating, Cottey College is a women's school -- a finishing school, in point of fact, though they gave up trying to "finish" their students sometime around 1920 or so.)

Maybe I should say I still feel like I'm twenty-five. But twenty-five wasn't that great. I was working for a title company back then, having dropped out of college after five years of relatively directionless education. I was single and starting to wonder if I was going to stay that way forever. It wasn't a bad life, but it certainly wasn't perfect.

I don't feel much different from the day I turned thirty, but I'm definitely happier. On November 17, 2001, I was separated from my first husband, having decided that single wasn't such a bad thing after all. I had an interesting job, good friends, and a sense that things were looking up. Of course, that could have been the relief of shedding a couple hundred pounds of irritating weight. (If you happen to be reading this, ex-husband, don't take offense.) However, I was still like a boat without a rudder -- just bobbing in the current.

The last decade has brought me many worthwhile things: the love of my life, two trips to Italy, several good friends, a college degree, and a career. In case you didn't know, I'm not just a blogger -- I'm a writer with seven novels under my belt. And I have a publisher, which is a fair accomplishment these days.

So I guess if I had to choose an age, I'd say...I feel forty and forty feels damn good. If you want to wish me a happy birthday, the best way to do that would be to buy one of my books. By the way, my seventh novel, Charmed Life, will be available tomorrow. It's the second in my Brass Monkey series. As part of my birthday celebration, I'd like to give you the first book in that series, Wild Life, for free. The Smashwords coupon code, good for November 17, 2011, only, is BJ56J.

Thanks for being a part of my life.

#SampleSunday: An Excerpt from Charmed Life, available November 17th

As an actress, Sondra understood that, above all else, women were rivals. No matter what the relationship – sister, mother, daughter, friend – in the end, the best that could be expected was competitiveness.

Claire was a different sort of a woman from those Sondra had spent her life around, and her differentness confused Sondra. Despite knowing that Sondra and Milo had enjoyed a brief fling, Claire seemed determined to befriend her.

That Friday morning, Sondra awakened to the delicious aroma of fresh-brewed coffee – a beverage that Milo avoided for the most part. In his opinion, Arizona was no place for hot beverages. Therefore, she knew before she even set foot outside of her bedroom that Claire was in the kitchen. Still, the aroma was too strong to resist. She pulled her short pink-satin robe around her and walked quietly toward the kitchen, hoping to get a cup and get out before Claire could catch her.

“Good morning!” sing-songed the relentlessly cheery Claire. “I was just pouring you a mug of coffee!”

The first time Sondra had met Claire, the woman had been dour in the extreme and more than a little careworn. When Milo’s and her affection blossomed, though, Claire developed a glow that made Sondra want very much to kick her. But, she reasoned, that would be like kicking a puppy – people frowned when one did things like that. “Thank you,” she said, smiling stiffly and taking the mug.

“There’s an amaretto-flavored creamer in the fridge.”

“I know. I put it there.”

“That was you? I thought it was Milo.”

“Milo doesn’t drink coffee.”

“I know. I thought he bought it for me.” She sipped from her mug. “I’m afraid I used some of it.”

Sondra seethed, grinding her teeth as she poured a bit of the creamer into her cup.

“I’ll stop and buy a replacement bottle today. Do you want more amaretto or would you like one of the other flavors instead? French vanilla maybe?”

The anger she had been fostering dissipated, just as it always did where Claire was concerned. She never did enough wrong in sequence to allow Sondra time to build up a good head of steam. She tried to look on the bright side: soon, Claire’s unfailing goodness would be enough to raise her blood pressure. It was like living with Glinda the Good Witch. “French vanilla sounds good,” she answered. “And feel free to use as much of the creamer as you like.”

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Charmed Life, the second book in the Brass Monkey series, will be released on Thursday. If you haven't read Wild Life, please take the opportunity to pick up a sample. Links to all of my books can be found here.