It’s now my birthday in Australia, so I have done the traditional ‘turning on ability of friends to post on my timeline’ for the celebratory day. Posting in comments on this post is also appropriate!
I’m 53, and I may have some contemplative thoughts about that at some point soon, but for right now, it’s bedtime, and after a long day doing a LOT of gardening in preparation for the native garden walk on Saturday, my muscles are all wobbly and I am crashing.
So good night, Dear Readers. If you’d like to give me a present today, please read a story, or poem, or essay of mine. (You can find lots of them for free here: https://maryannemohanraj.com) I’ve been feeling a little wobbly about my writing career lately (agent-hunting is very hard on the ego), so writing compliments are very gratefully accepted.
Reviews on Amazon are also concretely extremely useful — once you hit a certain threshold (fifty or so, I think), it pushes your book up in visibility in the algorithm. All hail the mighty algorithm…