February 10, 2019
3:44 p.m.

I wonder if you have any idea how hard it is for me to type 2019? This will be the last full year for me to be in my 50s. That's a bizarre concept for me. I didn't actually think I'd make it this far.

Let's be real here: the year 2000 was a sci-fi plot. It couldn't possibly happen. How on earth could I--young Paula--EVER turn 40? How on earth could the human race still be around in the year 2000?

No, I wasn't biting my nails, expecting the earth to blow up or something on New Year's Eve, 1999. By that time I had pretty much wrapped my mind around the concept of a continuation of life beyond the 20th century.

But at 16? Nope. Not possible. I would never get that old, and that would be that.

Now the year 2020 looms before me, and at some point in that decade, I will turn 60--if I make it that far. All indications point to a good possibility, but one never knows.

While I do admit to days when I feel about 912--which is the age I've always cited to inquiring children--I mostly feel pretty much like I did when I was 30ish. You know, until my bones creak and my lungs squeak.

2019. Jeez.

My oldest baby turns 40 this year. Imagine that--ME! With a 40-year-old kid! Yikes and stuff.

I was sick yesterday, and every time I moved, I was dizzy. Last evening I bent to get Molly's water dish and just kept going until I hit against the corner of the shelf sitting there. Thank God I wear glasses, or I might have seriously injured my eye.

I really hate those little reminders that, while I consider myself a strong woman, I am also fragile. Truthfully, it kind of ticks me off. I like strong me so much better than fragile me. Fragile me is a wimp. Her lungs are compromised and she has arthritis all over the place, and if a bear ever chases her she's just going to have to sit down and let it get her, because running is not an option.

Phooey on Fragile Me. Ha ha!
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5 Star review of Starting in the Middle of The End

Now this is a Strong Me moment. I will share this, because it makes me happy when people read my books and take the time to write a review.

I don't think readers realize how important reviews are to Indie writers like me. We really, really appreciate the people who buy our books, and getting feedback from our audience is a wonderful way for us to know that someone is enjoying our work.

Sometimes they don't enjoy it, and that's good to know, too. Everyone has different tastes, and we appreciate knowing what is working and what might need to be re-thought.

4 Start review of Starting in the Middle of the End

Not every review is going to be a 5-Star, but they are all appreciated and important.

To my readers who review--THANK YOU!
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Okay, last blog was about other books, today's was about mine. But we're all Independent writers, and so we need all the exposure we can get, and all we can give to each other.

I hope you'll take a little time out of your busy day and enjoy a good read!
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Molly has just squeezed her way in behind me. I don't know why, but she likes to nap behind my behind in this desk chair. I guess it's warm and cozy. She's not a furry fur-baby. She gets cold.

How cold is it where you are? We climbed our way into the 20s today. A heat wave! Of course, the sun is westering now, and it will soon be cooling off out there. Grateful for a warm house, that's for sure!

Hey, you know, I would love to hear from you. Comments are welcome!

And now, we have reached the end of me thinking my thinks for this time.

Blessings!