Another Year Shot to Hell

Yes, today's my Birthday.

Another year shot to Hell.

No, really, it's been an interesting 12 months.

Unlike the song, though, I don't really wonder who I am, though. I'm Declan Finn. I'm quite happy being Declan Finn.

But looking at my life? No, I don't want "money" — I want my books to bring in a modest salary, enough to for guns and ammo. I want just enough fame to get me to that point— but I'd rather have no one be able to ID me on the street if I can avoid it. I’m halfway there, even people who know me can’t pick me out of lineup sometime.

What really matters? Who have I touched? More than a few. I'm responsible for at least one married couple. I've encouraged someone to start a business that they're perfectly happy with. And a few people have been given joy by my novels. I'm good with that.

Who do I want to be before I die? Just me. Everyone else is taken.

Looking back over the past few years of my birthday posts, I note I usually do one of two things.

First, I ask about if readers would like to vote for me in the Planetary Awards. Or even the Dragon Awards.

Second, I look over my life and decide that it's not too terrible. I have four publishers, over forty books, a year of five novels and several anthologies coming out this year, and more projects to fill my time than I know what to do with.

So ... yeah, this should be fun.

So, if you have the time, leave a review on a book or two if you can. I count those as presents. They keep me from bad things.

Be well all.