My birthday came and went; Thirty-one feels just like thirty did. The geek in me wanted a new 24-inch LCD monitor, but he got new glasses and contacts instead. The lazy ass in me wanted a new Xbox 360, but he got a very nice office chair instead. The athlete in me wanted a bow flex, but he got a 20-pound sledge hammer instead. The writer in me wanted a finished first draft, but he got a deadline extended to Labor Day. The soldier in me wanted a new AR-15, but he got a box of .45 ACP and a couple hours on the pistol range. The lover in me wanted to make love to a beautiful goddess. He got what he wanted.
All in all, I am very pleased with my birthday.
The novel has progressed some. Very soon I will launch into the very ending of the damned thing, and the first draft will be done. I can hardly believe it.