My birthday was this past week. I am one of the few who loves birthdays. A chance to celebrate, to have a special day, it still holds that magic from childhood. I’m in my 30’s, with white hair popping through, so I’m no longer a young naive thing!
This year my birthday wasn’t a fun bag of tricks. I’ll spare you all the details. Trust me when I say I earned a do-over. There was one shining light at the end of the tunnel: my cake.
I love cake. I am powerless to resist a good piece of cake. When Passover falls on my birthday I cry over the delay in my birthday cake. This year, after the not-so-good day, I saw this was my cake:
Score one for my wonderful husband! There it is folks, the first edition of my first novel, and it’s edible to boot! I suspect that I’ll go for different cover art when it’s time to publish, but this was so cool and turned my bad day right side up.
There was even binding writing!
I am happy to report that my book tastes yummy. I am a delicious writer.