It’s been a few weeks since my birthday and I’m officially an adult. Not because I turned eighteen, which I did. Not because I received a rifle for my birthday, which I did.
How do I know I’m an adult at last?
For the first time in my life, I worked on my birthday.
Ok, not really. It was just giving a piano lesson, but I thought it was a funny coincidence. Anyway…my novel is now officially started, the first chapter officially finished, and post soon to come. I still don’t have the ending tacked down, but at least I have a start. What’s more, the first sentence, while not perfect, is leagues better than the first sentence of Emptiest Day. Yay!