Whelp, it’s happened.

I had another birthday: the big three-four. I’m officially in my mid-thirties. Somehow, this scares me more than when I turned thirty proper.

My birthday is my own personal New Year’s celebration. It’s a time to get reflective, to think of all that’s happened to me in the year and to think ahead to the next. I’ve gotta say 33 was a heckuva year. One of the best so far.

First, I celebrated the publication ofThe Muse,which was just so much fun. Becoming a real author with...