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wish come true

I found an old journal entry, the year I turned 30, where I was sulking about how I wished that I was going to celebrate my birthday with a book launch – a comic book launch! Of 100-page comic book! In full-color! Which, of course, didn’t happen because I had not written a single page of said comic book.

Which reminded me of the joke about the guy who kept going to mass every Sunday to pray to God to make him win the lotto. One Sunday, he was so frustrated, he yelled, “Dear God! Give me a break! Let me win the lotto! Please!” And God finally said, “Give ME a break and go buy a lotto ticket!”

So, kids, the lesson here is you gotta go out and buy your own lotto ticket -- or maybe the better lesson here is
-- you have work hard to make your own luck.

On my bookshelf now sits the first three Trese books and a copy of Underpass.
(I guess the universe heard my birthday wish and granted it seven years later and didn’t exactly get all the details right, but I’m not really complaining.)

Aside from those accomplishments, (which would not have been possible without the help of a whole lot of people), there are many things to be thankful about. It was a pretty good year.

We won pitches.
We lost pitches.
We learned lessons.
We’re still here.
And for all of that, we must be thankful.

Thank you everyone for the wonderful birthday greetings!


“Here’s to your New Year.
May you find the road that you will bring your further;
discover the path that will bring you answers;
find the one that will bring you home”
--Alexandra Trese


Comments

Jonette said…
Happy birthday, Budjette! Here's to happier, more blessed years to come! Keep being an inspiration to us all. :)
leeflailmarch said…
Was there at the Talecraft Character Building Workshop last Saturday. I honestly am not a comics fan, but what you shared was insightful. :)

Happy birthday!

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