By day, I'm an uptight and proper academic - you know, a publish or perish type who resides in tall towers with the likes of Rapunzul. In the evening, I morph into a lovable mom and wife, play with my children, hang with the hubby.
But when darkness falls and the house stills, I write.
Ah hell..
ReplyDeleteI'm Golden!
ReplyDeleteyippee-freakin-doo
ReplyDeleteNoooooooo....I don't want to know about 50. I didn't want to know about 40 and I was less than thrilled about 30. But I could hang in the 30's.
ReplyDeleteKeep plucking that chicken.
--John
Reaching 50 is a good thang and I can't imagine experiencing more saddness and worry...hell I can hardy sleep now :-[
ReplyDeleteCool. I'm on the + side of fifty, and glad to know it only gets better from here on out. :)
ReplyDelete~jon
It gets even better after 60 believe me.
ReplyDeleteTake care, Gillian