Five and One

On Saturday, June 28, I will be 51 years old. Rah rah ree.

Here's a photo that was taken, for some strange reason, very early in the a.m. on the morning of my 47th birthday back in 2004. This was about one year before I sold my first novel, when I didn't have a literary agent any more, and when I was starting to figure that I'd maybe never sell a novel. I had no idea at all that within a few months, without an agent, I would sell my first novel and, later, the movie rights to that novel.

Oy. The Jack Elam look.

What a difference a year makes.

One year later, Sophie, my good luck cat on my shoulder.

And just in time for my birthday:

Buy those two guys a beer!