Seeing 30 in my rear view mirror

I'm over 30 now. Thirty thousand words, that is, on TF. I passed 30 in human years a while back. My good friend (and son-in-law) Fabian did turn 30 this week, though. You can read all about it over at Brought to you by the letter i.

I added about 1,100 words to my manuscript tonight after being incredibly lazy almost all day except for playing with the template for this blog. Do you like it?

I don't seem to have a lot to say this week otherwise. It's been quiet in blog-brain land for some reason. So, I'll leave you with my lyric of the day that this post brought to mind. This one goes out to Fabian and Trading Faces. My post's so short, I'll give you the whole thing

Lyric of the Day

Say good-bye to your twenties

Tomorrow is the "Big 3-0"

For my birthday present

I've got a place where we can go

It's a lesson in motion

To ride the wildest ride

We're gonna climb to the top of the roller coaster

And look down the other side

So let me ride in the front car

And you ride right behind

And I'll click my snapshot camera

At exactly the right time

Shoot back over my shoulder

Catch the fear no one can hide

When we tip the top of the roller coaster

And look down the other side

Over the hill

So when the prints come back

We can look at that unmistakable birthday fear

Like your younger days are over now

And its all down hill from here

It was a happy birthday

You surprised us all

So take a look at this glossy picture

I framed it for your wall

It's the moment of truth

It's the top of your youth

The camera don't lie

You might be screaming

But there's a meaning

In the laughter in your eyes

It seems to be saying

"Of course there will be fear"

But this is why we stand in line

Spend that time

Make that climb

To finally feel the other side

And it's all down hill from here

We're gonna climb to the top of the roller coaster

And look down the other side

David Wilcox, Top of the Roller Coaster, from Home Again